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 Oct 2020 SheWritesForYou
Andrus
We belong together
and that’s the only truth
I want to believe

Where life takes us I don’t know
But the love I feel for you
will always be a part of me
 Oct 2020 SheWritesForYou
Bryle
It is a lie when they told that there's nothing to lose
If someone hadn't loved you back
Never they had realized that heartbreaks happen too
when you lose your chance to make someone fall for you
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
 Oct 2020 SheWritesForYou
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
a cup of tea and a whole lott off french fries
 Oct 2020 SheWritesForYou
Skyler
You tread a fine line
Afraid to look down.
Instead, pretend to be fine.

Avoid the doubts and fears.
No matter the cost,
The floods of tears.

They come biting back.
The insecurity,
A welcoming snack.

Latched on for dear life.
You find solace
At the edge of a knife.

Comforted and bewildered.
Malignant, yet benign.
You are bruised and blistered.

Here is where growth lies.
They’re asking for comparisons
But a father can’t compare his sons
And they’ll call until the morning sun
But he’ll protect every one of them

Like a building stands on tens of tons
Not on one brick but the sum of them
As an artist’s craft is never done
Discarding not a single one

The works build up the firm foundation
A mental shelter, found salvation
Rich and poor, they form a nation
A state of mind, the mind’s creation

So when they ask “will you stop your run?”
I’ll let them know I’ve just begun
Cause they’re asking for comparisons
But a father won’t compare his sons
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 Oct 2020 SheWritesForYou
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 Oct 2020 SheWritesForYou
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i find myself alone today
i can plan my day how i see fit
a rarity these days
but i wont get anything accomplished

i'll just float downstream
the slow current takes me to where i need to be
nothing planned in advance
i'll end up where i'm needed

but today its not a stream
but a calming peaceful lake
i'm alone here too
ill float in place

i guess no one need me
 Oct 2020 SheWritesForYou
L B
Odd color
of trifling light
Flitting petal
blue-purple-gray
emerged from asphalt's
heated slumber
to lead some airy way--

The road forgot
Sometimes there is a moment that deserves forever....
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