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 Sep 2021 Benzene
Traveler
Through these eyes of love
I strain to see
those outside my visionary…
My anger is a pest I swat and shoo
buzzing around this eternal fool….
Fear I fight as an unacceptable flight
there’s no room for hate
in this momentary life…
Open minded I listen well
to what the spirits have to tell…
I attempt to rise above
the narratives of push and shove…
and so I exist “mostly” in a state of love!
Traveler 🧳 Tim

Old and naive me

Soon to be a memory

Rebel to relive

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Sensitive to words

Affected and writing more

Yet sensitively
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Unfashionable

Uninhibited words free

To themselves stand true

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Brimming joy in heart

Ageing youthfully living

Compassionately
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 Sep 2021 Benzene
SUDHANSHU KUMAR
We see life as we were told,
Obstacles in our path may be fiery or cold!
We don't know, what the future holds?
We just write as the moments unfold,
Taking leads from new and old,
We keep writing until our eyes get closed,
Because we never know, when the writings are going to turn into gold...
Fiery here refers to hot...
Tried another flow of rhymes... And some thoughts of mine too😅

Read 2nd part here
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https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4508004/we-write-2/
 Sep 2021 Benzene
Farah Taskin
Nobody knows
I'm a detective
I'm constantly
engaged in
unveiling
the secrets
Everyday
I solve a puzzle
I bring light
to a complex mystery
I'm not such famous
as
Miss
Marple
I'm an unknown detective.
 Sep 2021 Benzene
Ayesha
Serenity
 Sep 2021 Benzene
Ayesha
outside, the cosmos swirls on,
in here, the daisies scream
and ask the walls of who they cage
they silenced stand

one prayer was broken,
and one hushed;
one was hazy,
and one too late.
one then, never offered

in the age-slicked thread
of that shapeless rosary
sun on moon falls
with naught a sound
but a sigh.
and moon on sun still

within, a finger, a finger flays—
one nail was chipped
one’s skin too dry
one, imperfect a temptation,
and aching for ache one.
one then,
left alone with a clot

ask the walls
of their unwavering serenity
as hollow, massless bones
they stand

laced with cracks,
with clatter, with
thousands an uncounted
blemished prayer,
and skins as
paints scrapped off—

waiting, waiting;
to smother the daisies
to a quiet marrow
13/09/2021
 Sep 2021 Benzene
Påłpëbŕå
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 Sep 2021 Benzene
Påłpëbŕå
dead eyes
don't tell lies
for they once survived
in the light they thrived
only to be enclosed
in the the darkness enfold
.
.
.
their tears have dried
for they've cried
a sea so stormily silent
leaving rivulets so violent
that now stand still
waiting for the ****
.
.
.
all good things come to an end
so why do we pretend
that this happy moment will last
when our past shall cast
shadows on our present
waning our full moon to a crescent
i can't stop being who i am
i can't lose myself while i try to find him for he'll go and find another..........and i"ll be left here
i don't know how to do this
i will hurt him but in the process i will be destroyed completely
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