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 Nov 7 Zeno
Jasmine Rose
Open up my wounds
Drench me in my sorrow

With every waking day,
hand me another pill too hard to swallow

It gives me thrill
A taste of a dark state of bliss

For who can resist
another opportunity to wallow?

My very own mind made misery
A haven from the first sign of glee

Take me there
so I can go nowhere

Lock me in
the sanctuary under my skin.
Sometimes we self-sabotage simply because we enjoy a good pity party
 Nov 7 Zeno
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Anxiety wraps
itself around me,

like a coat that
doesn’t fit me

like a lover that
doesn’t love me

like a fire that
doesn’t warm me
I rewrote this poem because it felt unfinished.
 Nov 7 Zeno
LLillis
The coldest night air
Seems no different than the
Space around the stars.
The mercury is dropping faster then we expected. It’s not quite polar vortex weather yet but the dry air and static warns of its approach.
 Nov 6 Zeno
Traveler
I have no need to read
The Art Of War
For I am an artist of peace
I have no need
To even the score
I have no fear to release
Traveler Tim
The snapping
of the branch,
clicking sound from the twig,
we destroy the ones we love,
a feeling inside that's sick,

I could never hurt her,
sphere I thought was clear,
the deer headlights, feel fear,
gentle touch to deafened ears.

I couldn't.......
I wouldn't...........
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