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  Jul 22 Traveler
Lynn Stillman
I'll touch your skin.
Trace the outline of your face,
as we share a kiss.
My reflections in your eyes,
as they draw me deeply in.
  Jul 22 Traveler
thepuppeteer
The river flows
But not outside of me
My body
As much as I tell it
It will not respond to my emotions
As much as I cry inside
It will not cry outside
As much as I smile inside
It will not smile outside
It's been a while since I've posted, but I just haven't had much inspiration lately. I finally got inspiration but not in the way I wanted... My grandmother fell at the movie theater yesterday and broke her arm, she was rushed to the hospital had her surgery today. We rushed to see her, and as much I wanted to, as much as I tried, I wouldn't cry. I felt guilty as I saw my mom sobbing uncontrollably, meanwhile I had such an unemotional face. I' autistic and it's like my body doesn't show my emotions, I cry for myself, like when I get yelled at, or am stressed. But, when it comes to death, injuries, even when I myself am injured I just can't cry. And when it's another person, it just hurts so much, because I want to cry, I want to sob, I want to show my pain, but my body won't do that. It's like having a constant mask on my face but one that I don't put on, the real mask is the one that shows the emotions because I hardly ever show lots of emotions on my face. Writing like this has helped, I think I've even found some more inspiration :) to whoever has read the entirety of this, thanks for reading I hope you have a wonderful day or night!
  Jul 22 Traveler
Bri
An unfamiliar feeling
Almost like bubbles in my stomach
Fireworks in my brain

Laughter comes easily
Jokes slide off my tongue
Drunk on the feeling

Summer days
Long car rides
Music blasting
Bringing the strange feeling
Filling the air I breathe

Confidence
Love
The purest joy
Feeling as high as the stars in the sky

Better than a cigarette
Or any drug
The bursting
Euphoric feeling
Of true happiness
was feeling pretty good today for the first time in a long time
When love declines
the heart grows cold
It becomes the moonlight
that chills the soul

Polished like marble
with all of its frills
It withers away
Attemptable to ****

What cold singing
from frigid lips
When the heart grows weary
From the vice of life's grips

When prayers become weeds
Scattered by wind
Left with nothing
But the hollow within
  Jul 22 Traveler
PuellaGratiae
Rain falls when
The clouds get heavy. I
Walk with my umbrella, which the wind turned
Inside out. Droplets fall around
My head, and I
Remember when I was a child and got
To play in the puddles. Then I became sick
And cuddled in blankets. Mother puts a hand to
My forehead and smiles at my
Sneeze. I drink hot soup, which warms my stomach.
Now I wetly plod along, and
My soul smiles as I
Recall the rubber ball that I threw
So high it seemed to touch the rainbow that arced down.
  Jul 22 Traveler
Lynn Stillman
We were the couple.
Every relationships goal.
Front page, headline news
Now we are painfully polite.
We are familiar strangers.
  Jul 22 Traveler
BEEZEE
I have retired from temptations of attention.
I’ve retired from the need to judge.
I’ve retired from feeling like I need that moment,
And I’ve retired from feeling too sad.

I have retired into a place of contemplation —
A place nearby, and where I sit.

I have retired from feeling guilty,
And I’ve retired from needing your yes.

I am retired.
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