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  Feb 2017 Traveler
Dark n Beautiful
My pocket poems
Isn’t worth much dowry
However, it’s all mine
Like nickel and dimes
Silver, or gold.
Tell out, my soul, to the world
  Feb 2017 Traveler
amrutha
the stillness
of this innocent gloom

of the lanterns silently gazing at the open field, wet,
swaying
as the slow evening whispers, sighs
waiting for the sky to fall back into the sea

I'm sitting here
on the wet wooden stairway
and thinking of you
  Feb 2017 Traveler
IcySky
A lost soul,
swept up in a bisque of one's inner thoughts,
feelings of sorrow fill your heart,
thoughts of woe filling your head.

A lost soul,
in a sea of loneliness,
driven to despair,
all dreams fading away.

A lost soul,
falling from the sky,
waiting for the inevitable,
a future yet to come.

A lost soul,
with pain in their heart,
and brokenness in their eyes,
complete loss of joy from their once bright smile.

A lost soul...
A soul forever gone.

~Corrie Anne~
Traveler Feb 2017
Do you know
How to fight
Go lay down
Or set it right

Prison *****
Or make a stand
You better know
Who I am

When
Negative energy
Strikes again
Misery
Is not my friend
I will break
Before I bend
I will break
Before I bend...
Traveler Tim

A Little "Red Hots" at the end.
Love is a song that stained up in the air
Whether dead or not it'll always be there
Love is supper on a pair of lips
Onto tender heart it's drops
Love is both sun and moon
Across the sky  meeting each other
Love is a lake that rages with passion
Finding ways to you no matter what's the fashion
Love is a walk in the park
While two hand, are held together
Love is when you run out of words
and you'd keep repeating just coz they run dry
Love may be a word to describe feelings
but will always be the abounded fruit tree
that would always be new with every shoot

By: Zoulaikha
Traveler Feb 2017
Looking back
Is a part of mind
It's a part of living
As our lives unwind

No love forgotten
No heart un-broke
Life goes on
No
You're not a ghost
.......
Traveler Tim
  Feb 2017 Traveler
Gidgette
Standing outside the broken window of life
Breathing In the poison, feeding on the strife
Crooked perspectives, singular views
Pain or numbness, which ever we choose
Dance, or play the music, either way the same beat
Watching the world die, bitter tasting treat
We watch, like spiders, weaving our web
Spin it out with words, views of life's flow and ebb
Feeding like ticks, off the emotions of others
Be it their actions, or smiles of fake lovers
Empathic designs, binding together
All we, watchers, into forever
This broken window, through which we all stare
Gives prysmic views, though never a glare
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