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I get my information
from the dirt…
While running my hands
through the fertile earths…
My mucus membranes
collect the biome beneath..
ancient mycelium filaments
feed my primal needs!
Traveler 🧳
Truth
There is a fungi that lives just beneath the soil called mycelium, it is known to grow up to 2250 acres. It sustains all the trees in its reach.
There is peace and harmony under the dirt!
My muscles are fatigued
So will you please
Hold this world
For me?
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
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Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
I still cringe when I meet someone with your name

Your name

Like the slowest poison
It never leaves me

Just slowly eats away

Ah your name

How I wish I could eradicate it from my soul
 Apr 2021 Februa Ganymede
Kairi
We see the same moon
You and I
For one, it's shining brighter
For another, yet a sigh ...
 Apr 2021 Februa Ganymede
June
grey skies, the same daily routines
feeling numb most days
like a tree collapsing after a storm
stable on the outside
but broken inside
thus impossible for people to see

sleepless nights
late night texts
my brain like a carousel
never ending thoughts
getting to know someone
already thinking of not being enough

seen messages
waiting to be replied
well, darling you feel
waiting, knowing its useless
well aware you don't define me
my worth is out of your reach
I didn’t see it ever stopping
I wanted to be free
When will nothing hurt anymore?
I grew tired of guessing and failing
This is why I did it
I was tired and burnt out
Even my gut reminded me with a stabbing pain,
Reminded me of everything I would never and could never be
So with this note
I set myself free.

Don’t try to follow,
You’ll learn to live without me.

P.S. Your love was always enough. I had always spiraled so quickly, it was just too hard to catch myself this time.
Don’t worry about be, I’ll be fine I’ll be fine I’ll be fine

— The End —