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  Sep 2018 Traveler
Cné

if you are the ocean
then I am the mist
that kisses the morning
the way I’d want
to be kissed

if you are the ocean
then anchors aweigh
we'll sail through the evening
and on to the light
the daystar is dawning
we'll keep to the right

like Peter and Wendy
to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever
and touch every shore

if you are the ocean,
come wash me away
to some misty morning
and there we will play

if you are the ocean,
then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures
and places long gone

if you are the ocean
come wash me away
to a place, together we’ll
forever stay...

Traveler Sep 2018
If I were lost
On a perpetual path
Navigating back and forth
With only a mad man's map
I would leave behind
A bread crumb trail
To help feed those
Still lost in hell
Then perhaps they'd find a way
Through this perpetual
Relentless maze
...
Traveler Tim
  Sep 2018 Traveler
Kelly Rose
The moon’s pale light caresses me
My desire wakes by the moon’s glow
Dreaming under the Willow tree
The moon’s pale light caresses me
Passion is ignited and set free
Dark lust leaves me feeling ******
I dream of him in naughty glee
My desire wakes by the moon’s glow

Kelly Rose
© April 8, 2018
Traveler Sep 2018
Slowly my imagination fades
That creative side of yesterday
I bid farewell with kiss goodnight
Sadly I've lost my poetic sight

Oh but I remember when
The words would come
And have no end
An expression of wounds
The darkness within
But even the poet
Must someday mend
Traveler Tim
  Sep 2018 Traveler
Mariana Nolasco
I can't  see other than those birds singing
The kids playing
The air flying
it is joy.  
Pure joy

yes,  my heart is broken.
Torn to pieces
Still beating
Still pumping
NO LONGER DYING

The birds are still singing
The kids are still laughing
my life is still waiting
This is a goodbye to the tears
To the screams, to the hate.  

When I woke up today,
I realized no one is worth my tears
NO ONE has the right to break me
To make me hate me

Farewell my friend
I'm tired of your games
This time I'm leaving...
For **good
Drafts that never get anywhere #4
  Sep 2018 Traveler
Shang
with every passing moment,
I find it more and more
difficult to determine
who is human &
what human is?
© Shang
  Sep 2018 Traveler
Zombie
Words hurts, actions speaks
but It was the Silence...
Scars were not visible
but It was the breach.....
You hold me tight
But We cleaved into individual...
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