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  Oct 2019 Traveler
ryn
I am but a stone
just skipping across a body of still.
I get a taste
yet never fully drenched.
Not until I lose all momentum
and mobility - I sink.

Submerge...

And then drown.
  Oct 2019 Traveler
CLARYT
How deep does this love go?,
I can't see the bottom,
How deep do your eyes delve?,
They pierce me forever,
How deep have I fallen?,
I'm still plunging.
(c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 05/11/2019
Love... Falling into it. Resistance is foolish
Traveler Oct 2019
Serene this cage of mine
I get trapped in my own mind
Shall I dare come up
For air
Oh how these ties bind
Less a foxhole prayer
Answered by the wind
In the distance of dreams
I lost far to much love
To be redeemed
In soul reflections
I've closed my heart
Indulging in pleasures
Aesthetic ******
In inter human
Alone I stand
And now I beg thee please
Come back my love
Come back!!
Traveler Tim
  Oct 2019 Traveler
TheSaneSaloon
3am....boom!
Door slams, feet pounding on stairs.
4am....boom!
My household remains asleep, Only me and my cares.

They come in all colors,
different flavors,
unique fears,

No status quo,
different walks,
All sorts of careers

The business owners,
The urban campers,

The highschool dropouts,
Grownups still in Pampers.

Theres even the alumni,
with their bumper sticker,
All taking a medicine,
that only makes them sicker.

All the while, the thoughts harbored within-
Makes me think, this wall we share, may as well be paper thin.

I smell the smell,
Made a call with a cell,

No help from the ones dressed in blue
Just me and myself, seeing it through.

The war is mine,
The battles they own,
Let it end, before this wall we share,
Becomes their gravestone
This is my rough draft.
I may repost the finished version
Either way, Its one of my current "big" troubles in life. So, writing it out, getting it out there, feels most important
  Oct 2019 Traveler
Sue Collins
Did you hear the one about? What’s up with [fill in the blank]? So I walked into this bar…  Holds the mic for dear life.

Sweat full of fear and loathing drizzles down the comic’s back as he takes a nip and tries once again to survive.

The cramped flights, the road tours, the buzzing barflys, the cheap Scotch, the dank rooms, the imitation food.

For one laugh. Even a guffaw. Hell, at least smile, you ******* hicks in your shitforsaken towns in Nowhere, USA.
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