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  Oct 29 Roberta Moshe
Traveler
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



Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity but the computer is not correct
455 likes and loves
Beware.
Roberta Moshe Jul 25
They say I do not fit,
Like a square peg in a round hole, I shouldn’t be.  

They say I ought not exist,
Because who I am does not match their script.  

They say I do not belong here,
For ‘difference’ is not a word we understand here.

They say “we do not want you",
So, run and hide like the ones before you.
  
In their eyes, I am a pariah, an outcast, a loner, a target, I am many things,
I am a guitar without the strings  

On the basis of my uniqueness, I am ostracized.  

For I am coloring outside the lines,
I am something they can’t define.

I am crisscrossed, zig-zagged,
I am not exact.  

I am jazz, wild and unstructured,
They say a bit fractured.  

I am disruption, I am chaos,
But that’s the stuff that makes us.  

I am not a perfect symphony,
But really, who needs to be?
This is for anyone and everyone who has ever felt like they don't belong.
Roberta Moshe May 17
Do you ever walk down busy streets
Watching nameless faces go by and wonder what their stories are ?
Because we all have a story right?
We all have something to say, we all have a past just waiting to be told.
Do you ever think about how all the unknown visages have and live a life as vivid and true as your own ?
Everyone with their own unique container of memories
All expelling emotions, love, fear, guilt
Do you ever wonder where these people have been, what they like, what they don't like, what they love, who they love ?
Everyone's life is a memoir in the making, every action and inaction all adding up to the tale.
Do you ever want to quit small talk and move quickly on to the burden of existence.
Ask the big questions
Not "How's the weather today?" but "How have you held on this long?", "What keeps you up at night?", "How are you crazy?', "What brings meaning to your life?'
Do you ever feel the urge to sit with another soul and unravel these things ?
Do you ?
I know i do.
Been wondering if other people do this for a while now and decided to write about it this morning.
There's a certain beauty in solitude
A lone, tranquil aesthetic to it
To sit with your thoughts
Have conversations with your consciousness
To be open with yourself
Whether it be on a long ride home on the bus
A solitary walk on an otherwise busy street
Or enjoying a cup of tea in an empty cafe.
To be unencumbered by the persistent ramblings of others
To be free from the incessant judgments, opinions and assessments of people.
To let your thoughts roam
To unhinge your mind
To recuse yourself from expectations
It's a privilege really
To just, be.
I wrote this while at a seminar my school forced I and my course mates  to attend and I was just randomly thinking about the quote "I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude" by Warson Shire and this poem was the product of that.
Where do you go to bare your soul ?
Where and to whom can you speak without editing yourself ?
Without censorship ?
Where can you let the words flow through your lips uninhibited?
Where can you be your true self? Not burdened by expectations.
Where can you let the draw bridge come down ?
Do away with your veil of secrecy
With all your insecurities on full display
Where can you speak your truth ?
Where can one be themselves?
Do you have such a place ?
I need such a space.

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