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In the traffic of God's ocean
Commanded by the undertow
Enveloped in colors previously unknown
Working the bottom as if tethered to land ,
awaiting redemptions sure hand* .....
Copyright May 1 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Apr 2017 Aqua Rose
Traveler
They ascended
Left me
Earth bound
The world
Ended
Yet
I'm still
Around

Flesh
Eating
Monsters
Hunt
Where
I sleep
Still I own
This
Soul
That
You
Seek
...
Traveler Tim
Life is awesome
In any state of mind.
 Apr 2017 Aqua Rose
Traveler
If it could be
I'd live another
Drawn out mystery

Written like
A timeless novel
Infused in love
Let misery follow

Passionate life
With dreams alive
No need to wait
For the other side

Right there and then
Just like here and now
No need to live
Up in a cloud

If it could be
I'd set you free
And teach you
How to fly

To a place
Just out of reach
Where no one
Has to die
...
Traveler Tim
 Apr 2017 Aqua Rose
Traveler
Dreadful experiences
The weary heart holds
Traumatic memories
Cling to the soul
Holding them in
Who can let go?

I come not
Seeking empathy
My pain has
No room for grief

This constant
Emotional turmoil
Bleeding me
Flooding my thoughts
Disturbing my dreams
Leave me be plural
In this singular scheme
....


Traveler Tim
 Apr 2017 Aqua Rose
Traveler
My sequence
Seems to be
Weaving in and out
Of time
My past, present
And future tens
Remain undefined
I can't say what happened
Then right now later down
The line
I'm sure they remain before
In a later former rhyme

My mind's eye squints
As I wonder where
I placed
My next previous line
Somewhere
Out in space
And surely out of time
...
Traveler Tim
 Apr 2017 Aqua Rose
Amethyst Fyre
Didn't really expect another one so soon? Neither did I. But it turns out that once you start walking in the gardens of death, the scent of the flowers there is overpowering. Poppy fields, blood red, sweet sleep- addicting. Your nose keeps leading you in circles even when your head warns you to watch your step.
I wish I could say this was for real. But the problem is, we all know me by now. I'm never actually going to, and that makes it hard for people to care.
"There she goes, the one always bothering us about her nonsense. Why won't she give this up already?"
I'm still trudging through my life sentence, chains on my ankles, family and friends on my wrists. It's hard for them to understand. To them, it's all "**** yourself already" or "join the rest of society." It's a waste of everyone's time otherwise.
I've become the girl who cries wolf, and everyone including me knows she's always sounding a false alarm. But god, I can't help but cry sometimes, can I? It hurts, it hurts. I bite my lips to keep from falling down the stairs.
The scent of poppies clouds around my head.
I can't help but wonder if everything I do is somehow goodbye. If maybe I'll get run over by a car on the 40 minute walk home. Or maybe I'll finally lose myself so far in this cloud of flowers that I test out the surest way to die. Just in case, I'm trying to build a pile of memories of me. Just in case one day someone needs to fill up a girl-sized space in the world. Just in case.
It's just that, no matter how grand this world seems, there's only so much to do here. There's only a few categories of gifts you can buy for people, a few types of jobs you can do. The days play on repeat, always purposeless, always fatal. And I'm trying to color them all with sunbeams and starshine, but I'm weary. One day, I don't think the lights will be warm enough. One day, I think I'm going to give up.
But not today. Today, I force my eyes open, and I watch my step. I will not stumble into a final rest among these sweet, soft flowers, lovely as it sounds.
I will not give up today.
If you read all the way through that, thank you :)
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