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 Apr 2017
Ma Cherie
Scars conveyed on thin skin,
from cuts made down soooo deep,
an memories will change us, true,
if we let them flow an seep,

Don't hide out alone with pain,
or let it come around an creep,
things will be different,
a promise I can keep,

So stay positive.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Frame of mind
 Apr 2017
South by Southwest
Little Bird flew over the hill
because someone said the
green grass was bluer over there

Little bird was canary yellow
But only on the inside to see

He dreamed of
peacock feathers
Bird of Paradise
rthyms and ways
He was way over his head you'd say

But little bird
was born a sparrow
Brown , ugly , and ruffled
He wore all his emotions
on his wings to display

But one day the cat caught the sparrow
And it was quite a harrow
His feathers you'd might say
Became fiber the old fashioned way
 Apr 2017
Sjr1000
"Peace!"
Cried,
The diversity of humanity
to
Their true
gods.
 Apr 2017
ryn
.

    Memories
    are like
     footprints
        in the sand.

         They tell...
          In so many
          fragmented
          tales,
         where you
         came from.

        How far
       you've walked.
       How lightly
       you've trodden.
        And how hard
         you've dug
          your toes
            in deep.

             But...
             Unlike
              footprints,
            memories
           don't get
           washed away
            so easily
             by the tide.


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 Apr 2017
Traveler
Worthless words
In wasted ink
Nowhere thoughts
Are all I think

Shall I map
This living mess
From death to birth
To cursed from blessed

Shall I write of love
Slipped through my hands
With every word
This heartbeat ******

To relive the past
In a flowery array
What worthless words
Would I convey ...
Traveler Tim
04-16 HP
 Apr 2017
Pax
I've driven myself in
to the valley of deserted
Tears.

To where it's too hot,
while living is an isolation.

There's no river nor
lush forest around,
its as dry as the desert
sands, then humidity
strikes your nerves
that you'll feel
overcooked.

The crimson sky
Bleeds of its inking
Beauty...

I on the other hand
solidify my strength
to ease the burden
I carry, as i lift myself
Little by little towards
A meaningful step
For SURVIVAL!

© pax
I wrote this as a means to remind myself for the beauty of life.
 Apr 2017
Traveler
It's

Not

That

Far

Beyond

Human

Comprehension

.............­....
Traveler Tim
 Apr 2017
SøułSurvivør
We have many soul hooks
All glinting, fool's gold
Sparkling silver
The spirit is sold

They whisper half-truths
They mumble sighs
They cover our ears
With hands made of lies

They smell like roses
The mist of a breath
The finest perfume
These hooks made of death

Hooks that taste chocolate
Succulent haute cuisine
Parfait and peaches
The savor of dreams

They feel *******
Like LOVE, truth to tell
But after they've pierced you
They'll drag you to hell

You can extract them
For they are your bane
But they are barbed
So they will cause pain

The best way to deal
When they come to call
The way of prevention
So you will not fall
Is NOT to be fooled
Nor come near them

*AT ALL!
Horrible/Adorable
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