1d Traveler
emnabee
Wind gust
shakes leaves
on the trees,

a quiet applause.
Leaves like little hands.
(That breeze was amazing.)
  1d Traveler
Deviate
I am at an impasse.
I can no longer write.
As i sit here dread and agony
boils and rages inside me.
Festering until it manifests
into...
Me.
into...
agony and rage.
I can't produce music
I can't write the poetry
I can't paint my visions
so here I will force myself
to get something
anything
out.
No matter if its good
it is me
where my head is at
and so hopefully
this neither here nor there piece
can drag me out of this rut
like a tow-truck to a hippie van
thats been bogged in the mud
for months on end.
And so
I'll end this piece
with some food for thought
just one word






ugh.
just the words from my head. take it or leave it.
  1d Traveler
Cné

Ebony
silhouettes
inked
by a dying sun,
portray
lovers embraced
in
the synergy of one.

Inseparable
dreams
slowly
morph into one …
subservient
to the
whims
of the compliant
heart’s
drum.

And
azure pools reflect
a
tie-dyed denim sky,
as
enchanted dreamers
seal
their love with a kiss nearby.

Twinkling
stars confetti
the
emptiness of space.
And
as darkness descends,
shadows
swallow all of the light’s trace.

Reality
pauses …
as
time seems to stand so still
to
the depths of their very souls,
motionless
they swim.

Just two ships, passing in the night
or two shopping carts, at the grocery store
glances that say, what could'a might'a
or maybe even, more

Who knows, who can postulate
all the what should have beens
some maybes, or conjugates
a minor sin, of skin

The look the pass of eyes
kindling of perchance flames
mentally too compromise
not even knowing, names

Never mind to reconcile
the quiet cost of ecstasy
whether yes, or not worthwhile
just, a crazy glance
and a simple
fantasy
Your eyes meet, for less than a second, yet, you know! :D
  1d Traveler
TSPoetry
Words dripping from the tip of your tongue
I roll along with each little one
all tied up and teased
poetically pleased
my debriefing has just now begun

Oh I long for the taste of your kiss
and true romance that won't go amiss
two lovers by night
each morsel we bite
engulfing us in euphoric bliss

The resound our of moans softly scream
it is finally much more than a dream
free flowing of trust
a night of pure lust
licking up of our fill of the cream
Your silence
Is sometimes quite loud
I would relieve your torment
But I'm not sure how

I don't like compromises
So I fake 'em
I hate commitments
So I break 'em

The world ran me down
Then ran me over
I'm not trying to be right
And I don't want to be sober...
Traveler Tim
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