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It occurs to me
I don't belong here
As I laughed aloud
And look Beyond
I can barely remember
But we go way back
To a place where
Travelers are from

There is no lesson
To be learnt here
Clearly I see
My every flaw
I know you're out there
Watching
Waiting
I know I broke
The golden law

I'm not like those other Travelers
The ones who came
And touched them all
I lost my nerve
I lost my way
I lost the world
In one big fall

Yes I'm ready to go now
As I await
The Traveler's call...
Traveler Tim
HP Sep 2016
 Aug 2017 Voicesinthewild
Sadia
Even in my darkest days
you are the light
that enriches my soul.
 Aug 2017 Voicesinthewild
Jun Lit
Our
fingers,
35
years
fatter . . .
still,
wearing . . .
loving,
our
vows.
Another sleepless night
I lie here with my mind racing
at 110 miles per hour
Thinking of all the "what if's..." in life
but the one that seemed
to stick out the most,
the one that played on a
continuous agonizing loop in my head was
"what if he actually loves me back?"
Silence you are a curse meant only for wicked wicked men.
why do you treat me as though i were some such person?
that i should be banished to Siberia and left to live forever cold and never alone, always with crushing frozen winds howling in my ears!!?
why do you hate me Silence?
god i must sound like such a whiner, a complainer, a stupid spoilt ungrateful brat.
should i say thank you? thank you for holding my insides in you fists and twisting!? yelling at me YOU AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH!? WELL IF IM NOT ENOUGH THEN HELP ME !

help me.
help me sort the thoughts in my head into organised files.
smart. shallow. self deprecating.
god !
"you have to stop hating yourself so much!" you say whilst your eyes, like daggers, stab into my heart and mind, chipping away at my naked insecurities.

it's the silence that does these things to me.
beautiful serene silence that splits my mind and shakes my very being till the sound of my footsteps is so loud i. can. not. breath! !!!!
WAKE ME UP IN HEAVEN !!!!

wake me up in heaven god, so i can hear your gentle words talk me back to quiet calm serenity with out silence.
that i may lie forever listening to the song of angels filling this hole in my soul.
the hole where soft becomes panic and tap tap tap becomes pain pain pain make it stop!
make. it. go. away. god.
sing to me.
sing me awake and out of this silent nightmare.
this is a poem about anxiety attacks that i have which are induced by been alone and in which everyday sounds can become unbearably loud inside my head.
 Aug 2017 Voicesinthewild
Hannah
I found a picture of you today
buried beneath the clutter
of seven years of pain.
I remember when it was taken.
You were so full of life that day.
I swear your smile
could have led boats
back to the bay.
I remember your presence,
and the way it felt
to hold your attention.
Those eyes
a raging fire
with a crystal clarity
meant only for the divine.
I swear you hold secrets
between the walls of time.
I can still hear you
when I whisper your name
over the rolling waves
of the lake,
your final resting place.
I swear when I'm there,
I can feel your hand
on my shoulder,
comforting me,
like a warm summer rain
on a beautiful August day.
x
When was the last time
I felt a raving hunger for life?
When had I but an eternity in moments,
on the edge of something vastly different?

How was it me and not you
who staked her soul high
on rolling hills of green,
took long draughts to savour, to condense
the weight of the world into one precious drink,

cup the shortest days in her palm and release them,
for her thoughts to balloon into the wild?

The delectable now
ripe as berries for plucking in winter,
and all things, like music
must peter
into silence.

So I suppose my question to you
is not concerned with
the stack of newly-minted green in your pocket,
nor the fleet of shiny cars, but
your pure self, simply being.
It’s prodding the heart,
a tiny critter fluttering with wings, wondering:

when will you ever get a second chance at this
all this storm
and inexplicable happiness—

or will you
go hunting for things,
whirling at mere traces
of power in your name—

or will you turn around
only to find a life
or a lie,
staring back wide-eyed
in endless shame?

© BT
Thank you for having patience dear friends! This piece came painfully slowly and I'm not 100% happy with it..but I hope you enjoy! - BT x
When I look at her,
all I see is beauty.
Yet there's something,
behind it.
I see an angel,
with broken wings,
and heavy heart.
I see an angel
who's fallen apart.
She no longer smiles,
she no longer laughs.
She's secretly hiding her heart.
Yet she stands tall,
still she fights,
she holds on
with all her mite.
Her head still high,
though her halo's cracked.
She tried to move on,
and not step back.
Her soul is black
it's been burnt,
yet she holds on.
For what?
I don't know
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