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 Nov 2018
Mamolefe
I sip on my green tea
wishing for it to cleanse me.
Wishing for it, to cleanse out the oils and the misery I consume.
Wishing for it to break down my toxins.
Wishing for it ... to cleanse the sections of myself that even I cannot reach.

Green Tea

A substance that supposedly detoxes the belly, but not strong enough to detox the soul

Not strong enough to take away my shadows, my doubt, my ego or my woes.
A drink, not strong enough to hug my spirit at its loneliest hours.
Yet, I sip
.. praying the wet herbs that tickle my tongue shall unlock the gateway, or the path, or the door... to my soul.

So I sip...
And sip...
And sip...

Swallowing it’s brew...and my tears.
 Nov 2018
Traveler
I write from my heart
Whenever it bleeds
While running through the fires
Under my feet

I carry the guilt
That wakes you in the night
I could never back down
From a losing fight

I take for granted
The setting sun
I believe we'll see
A brighter one!

The day shall shine
Upon lost souls
I write from my heart
Because I know!
......
Traveler Tim

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCWI-t6Etes
 Nov 2018
Traveler
Your silence
Is sometimes quite loud
I would relieve your torment
But I'm not sure how

I don't like compromises
So I fake 'em
I hate commitments
So I break 'em

The world ran me down
Then ran me over
I'm not trying to be right
And I don't want to be sober...
Traveler Tim
 Nov 2018
Poetic Eagle
As l reminisce on the past days
All l can say is thank you God
Had so many downs but still got up
Not by might not by power
Better is the ending than beginning of the matter. It's been a long  hard year but behold everything had passed away. After all joy cometh in the morning
 Nov 2018
Emma Elisabeth Wood
I discovered then
that love was not
the clenching of a
heart, or the pattern
of a pulse in
double time

but the
emptiness of
the seat opposite
you at breakfast

and the bitter taste
of coffees laced with
goodbyes
 Nov 2018
Traveler
This is not a poem
Oh how I wish it was!
I wish it could make you cry
I wish it could make you blush
Oh how I wish I could express my need for love

But this is not a poem
I'm just a writer
Alone
.....
Traveler Tim
 Nov 2018
Poetic Eagle
Haters: wake up dreams are
                 meant for sleeping
            
Me     : l will wake up when l get
            there
 Oct 2018
marianne
sorry if our love feels like crisp new sheets,uncomfortable to touch,
unlike the ones you prefer to lay on
sorry if this love tastes too sweet,too cold like coffee left for hours on the counter along with a pile of ***** dishes,leftover promises,all the crumpled packs and labels
sorry if it became too convenient– reaching-for-comfort-food-in-the-cupboard-convenient, sorry if it became too easy, too frequent, too plain as consuming frozen dinner rolls and msg-soaked noodles,sorry if it became boring like tv shows reruns on Sunday nights,sorry if it became too much of a  routine rather than an adventure
sorry if this love sounds like a scratched indie record that's been overplayed,
sorry if the lyrics no longer speak to your heart as they should,sorry if it sounded better when somebody else played it for you
sorry if this love is a poem with no form,no rhyme
sorry if someone wrote it better,sorry if I'm just another boring book in the shelf,sorry if someone else had offered a far more interesting story
sorry if it became too much of a task,sorry if I became unwanted homework when the monitor and console were all you wanted to hold,
sorry if I had been reduced into one word reminders and ticking time bombs in your head,
sorry if I allowed myself to be divided into the least I could ever be
sorry if it seems like trying too much when I know very well I will always be less
sorry it had to start with an apology,
sorry it had to end with more pleas and sorry's
-W.
 Oct 2018
Keith Edward Baucum
After Lust watched her client leave her hotel room she picked up her communicator off the dresser and called Greed her **** who was also her husband.

"Hello Greed where are you?" asked Lust as she sat on the bed.

"I just arrived at the Blue Flame Hotel.  I'll be at your room soon" answered Greed.

"Ok Greed I'll see you when you get here" said Lust.

Lust got dressed and waited on Greed.  Within ten minutes there was a knock on Lust's hotel room door.  Lust opened the door and let Greed in.

"Where's my money?" asked Greed as soon as he entered the room.

"Greed you act like you don't trust me.  You promised to lay riches at my feet and put power in my hands" said Lust.

"Trust you? I do trust you but not a hundred percent" said Greed.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
 Oct 2018
The Lenora
Bring me a dream
Of lavender and cream
As I fade away in
The childhood screams

I’ll take thee away
Where I too love to stay
Yet I chase my pleasure
To the end of my way

Follow me to a new world
Of tragic spells of magic
We haven’t any want
Rather a suspicious bond
Of hateful love for youth
written 2018 ©

by The Lenora.

All rights reserved.

{Inspired by Sarah from Hocus Pocus}
 Oct 2018
Donna
I walked in autumn
leaves this morning and they sang
a song to my feet
:) la de daaaaa :-))
Silly one x
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