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  May 16 Traveler
Nick Moore
When my young eyes gazed,
The mind was
Amazed,
For this beholder,
Beauty couldn't be bolder.
But a game was at play,
Which took a while,
For the penny to drop,
Spotting her
Achilles' heel,
Not knowing what to feel,
The pain was so real.
But when love turns sour,
I was no wilting flower.
Getting on with life,
Lessoned the Strife.
Then a peculiar situation did occur,
Brisling the fur.
I was desired, like never before,
But to late,
I'd closed that door.
Limbless
In a vacuum
Swims my mind

Little flower
That blooms
Anonymous

Leaf abound green
Leafless chills
In autumn

Awake the owl
Night sleeps
It preys

Truth is layered
The Sun defies
Lies

Broken
The words
Knew a chain
  May 16 Traveler
Salmabanu Hatim
One day a man went to the market to buy vegetables,
He saw a pretty young woman with her mum looking bored,
As her mum haggled with the vendor,
It was love at first sight.
He decided to court her and spent what he earned on her.
He proposed and she said yes on condition she would come to his house to see how he lived,
It was a bungalow with two luxury cars parked outside,
Wow!
When she entered the living room she saw two photos of his mum and dad with a garland on each,
No in laws, no extra baggage
Cool!
The house was  beautiful with a well maintained  garden,
Candle light dinner was awesome with five star dishes,
This is my style
Money minded she quickly agreed to the court wedding.
On the wedding night as she stepped out of the car which was hired,
She saw a young couple on the porch wishing her well with a smile,
That's my boss her husband said,
Shocked her steps faltered,
God! Deceived,
He took her hand and led her to the servant's
quarters,
Where her in-laws father, mother and two sisters stood to greet her,
Cheater, cheater,
I am the chef,
My father is the gardener,
And my mother and sisters are maids at the house,
And you will live like a queen.
*** tears welled in her eyes,
She wanted to marry someone rich to uplift her middle class status,
But she was out of the frying pan into the fire.
16/5/2025
  May 16 Traveler
Cadmus
It doesn’t scream.
It whispers
soft as ash
settling
where fire used to be.

It lives
in the pause
before you speak your truth,
in the mirror
you half avoid
each morning.

It wears your voice
in rooms where you shrink,
calls itself “just tired,”
“just busy,”
“just fine.”

It is the bruise
you forget to touch,
the silence
you defend
with a smile too wide.

No blood.
No scar.
Just the slow unraveling
of who you were
before you believed
you were not enough.
Shame is a quiet architect of silence, often unspoken, yet deeply rooted. These verses aim to give voice to what hides in the dark and light to the path of healing.
A depressive episode
Is a terrible experience
But once you're through
All the chaos and despair
The aftermath can be
Even worse...

Every color fade
Like you're watching life
Through an analog filter
While everyday tasks
Seem like climbing
Mount Everest

But we keep going
We somehow accomplish
Our extraordinary ordinary
Invisible little struggles
Just to get through
Another day

And maybe that's enough
It's been 2 months since my last depressive episode...
  May 15 Traveler
F T Scorza
I don’t care about dying
I don’t even feel this life is mine
I just want a restart
To get it right this time

I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do

I wonder what it would be like
Living from my guitar
Singing songs from my heart
Travelling under the stars

Now I’m bolted to an office chair
Enclosed by partition walls
Losing my graying hair
Tormented by phone calls

I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do

I should’ve never let go
Those deep emerald eyes
That sunny smile that shone
So beautifully under blue skies

Now, I’m hiding in the kitchen
Pursued by my two ex-wives
Running around like a chicken
While dodging flying knives

I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do
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