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  Nov 2024 Traveler
Odd Odyssey Poet
Sighing memories washing over me in the flow of a deep
blue sea, — my skin glimmers with the love of the sun, but its
affection is too overwhelming; my tears cascade, transforming every
ground beneath my feet, into an ocean the moment I step outside.

Please don’t crash into me as if I were an unguarded entrance –
the outside world hammered at the door of my heart, demanding to
be let in by any open conversation — but it takes more time for me
to open up.


Those open scars, raw and untended, are like emotional
whirlpools, dragging me down into the abyss of pain and sorrow.
  Nov 2024 Traveler
Liana
If only the characters I read about in books
Were actually alive



Oh how much more
Would I love this world
They just seem so much more-----relatable?
Whether this is because we are all the same and I get to see into their mind
Or because the authors are genius and they want me to love the characters
I don't know
I don't care
Bring them alive
  Nov 2024 Traveler
nivek
I slept on the cusp of forever-
dreaming strange happenings

An Angel whispered in my ear
'Be at peace child'

Soon the Sun came up-
light of day playing across my sleep

I awoke to singing-
The birds in the garden cavorting

Time again started to weave-
the strange dreams I would dream.
  Nov 2024 Traveler
Salmabanu Hatim
For opinions,
Just be you,
Every individual sees you differently.
5/11/2024
  Nov 2024 Traveler
SøułSurvivør
far
SøułSurvivør Oct 2014
far
~~~


do not go
far

past pale
mountains
where
shadows lurk

for you
have further
to go
you have more
time
you have more
work

all
have bones
with
cracks and
poison
shards

dying is
easy
grief work
is
HARD

we
press
our faces
to the
rotting
glass

and
only hope
and
wonder if
this too
shall pass

is the
boulder's press
on the
shoulder blade

better
than clotted
earth
from
spades
~?~

but tho
the world
be a
gloss
and
painted black

the
colors
still
GLOW
benieth
shellac

take
the knife
you'd use
in vain
to

faint

scratch
the surface
PEEL
the
PAINT

there's
a
RAINBOW
beneath
dark rust

you can find it
in
lunar
dust

finally
through
all the
shifting sands
of years

you'll find
it was
reflecting

through

your

TEARS




soulsurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc


~~~­
For all those who grieve.

Though life seems to have
Lost its colors
It is the very waters of grief
That become

PRISMS
  Nov 2024 Traveler
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                                 Election Night 2024: Dry Bones


                “All we are, basically, are monkeys with car keys”

    -Grandma Woody in Northern Exposure, “Animals R Us,” 1991


An early dusk falls under clouds from the Gulf
Yellow houselights wink on as daylight winks off
Supper in greasy bags from fast-fooderies
That everyone argues they can’t afford

Then like the lozenge in A Space Odyssey
A screen appears and dominates all
And family groupings center themselves around it
In excited cavortings before the images

Of brightly-colored cultic election scores
As fists swinging dry bones crush enemy skulls
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