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  May 17 Traveler
Stardust
They flow like rivers
from a fresh stream,
When nurtured with love,
gently with care.
The poem talks about how curly hair can be compared to ocean waves instead of the usual (and often clichéd) comparison to noodles.
It suggests a shift in perspective—seeing curls as beautiful and flowing like waves, rather than just springy or chaotic like noodles.
  May 17 Traveler
Bekah Halle
I want that feeling
that thrill;
Where my heart flutters
And my voice lifts in exultation;
a climactic shrill!
Is this fleeting?
Or is this real?
Is this my heart dreaming
Or is my desire the ideal?
Does anyone else feel this way, too?
  May 17 Traveler
Kurt Philip Behm
The loss of
each simple
thing
hurting the most
When drama
subsides
and time slows
to its worst
Your shadow
still living
inside of my
pain
To darken each
heartache
again
— and again

(The New Room: May, 2025)
  May 17 Traveler
Jellyfish
I keep trying to learn more
I want to understand myself better
I'm alone at the end of the day
No one else will put in the same effort as me.
  May 17 Traveler
Mark Wanless
unconsciously self
inflicted pain so divine
angels weep with joy
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