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It is a struggle
trying to spread this light.
Win or lose
I shall stand and fight.
Causation come
from the spirits realm,
to touch the sky
we often fail.
We can reach for limits
of human birth
or spread our wings
for all we’re worth.
I do the latter
with my heart on fire.
Cause I am the road
and not the tire.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
I’m not gonna
Wait for you
I know you been seeing someone new
  I’ll pack my traveling bag
Go for a ride
I’m not gonna let it get me this time

Just let you fade away
All the words you say
Turn the music up go for a ride
I’m not gonna let it get me this time

I don’t wanna be
Somebody’s fool
I’m not gonna beat up your new tool
I’m not gonna get drunk in spite of myself
I’m going to simply move on
To someone else.
Traveler

And so that’s how a traveler does it
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
The path I walk looms over me like the darkness that falls at night
But today I see that sliver of light, that of the moon in dark skies.
Maybe I don't have to be sad anymore
I really wish I existed only in paper
Existed only 2 dimensional
Existed just in writings,
Sometimes I wish I was fictional..
Just something i thought about when i feel low
People are damaged, messy and imperfect. They fail me time and again.

They will never be enough to mend the broken person I am, they will never be enough to heal my soul.
I'm constantly realizing that no one can help me but myself and even I don't want to.
The despair I feel
Surrounds me till I can't breathe
It never goes away
New added to old
Scars turns to wounds
No time to process, it hurts till I cry
Then I stand up and walk again
Every day I feel so much pain and I don't know what to do about it
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