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 Sep 2020
Medusa
Hey Man
You got me
Like You Always
Had me


It must be written in Stone.
 Sep 2020
mjad
is what I have
What some people wish
They can or they may
They have or they want back
In their lives
They don't want to see it
From others eyes
They want it in their world
For love to be in their mind
The pure loneliness that they
Have in their hearts is hate over time
They try to force it into loving hearts
But not into mine
 Sep 2020
Annie Nguyen
I feel a deep sense of belonging in this place
Starting each morning
,surprisingly,
is not confusing
The changes permeate so gently

Breakfast on her comfy sofa
With open view up on the 44th clouds
Sometimes imagine the building falling
With me staring blankly
Anyway,
Be optimistic!

The music she plays
Imparts tenderness in every air cell
Soothing serenity~
 Sep 2020
Smothered Divine
I've just created my first white bread loaves.
I've mixed every color, worn every shade.
I have pranced in foot-long heels,
Trying hard to gain a grasp...
But in mixing my yeast
Folding in my flour
letting my baby rise
and
Baking my loaves just right
I've never felt more confident in myself.
And that's a gift, eh?
 Sep 2020
Dhia Awanis
Why do humans tend to appreciate life
when it feels like they are losing their grips?
 Sep 2020
wordvango
Low stark warm
The first rays come through
Light upon;
How white
The canvas on the easel
Is again;
Anew a day,
wash away,
The traces, brush strokes
And mistakes
 Sep 2020
Traveler
Over the years the notes play on
The music gets old so we write new songs
Practice our words and keep them in key
Times to change then repeat the beats
Patterns I hastily strum
Unique precisions I pick
I am but a fungus in the forest
A back woods hick
The flower, the ****
***** my guitar
I am an ember in the fire
Music is indeed my greatest desire
Traveler Tim
 Aug 2020
Dhia Awanis
As the wind unwinds the surface
The Savanna nods to The Shepherd gently
yet every steps he took left deeply-rooted footprints

He carelessly steps on her wildflowers,
and while he rest, he'd pluck some of hers
deep down he knows he's in dead end

The Savanna couldn't help her curiosity,
so she asked where is he heading off
and why he tossed his compass halfway to the ground

On the spur of a moment, The Shepherd fainted
his throat choked; like he wasn't allowed to say a word
little did The Savanna knows he was cursed

"I am no use of you," said The Shepherd.
"I am cursed to walk on my path with me alone;
I am cursed to left my soul in every steps I took
I am cursed to get lost in the midst of unknown!"

The Savanna embraces him tenderly
'tho every time he bawls out and enraged
for countless time she failed but she's persistent

"Let me take care of you," insists The Savanna
"Until your broken compass works again;
until you know where you are heading towards
โ€”until then, let me help you."

And just like that,
The Shepherd found within her
his long-time quest; his very own oasis in the desert
Context: The Savanna is a transition between grassland and the desert, where actually The Shepherd is intended to head off towards the desert to search for the infamous oasis but his compass is broken along the way.
 Aug 2020
Traveler
These thoughts of mine
Wander
Through the mazes
Of a puzzled mind
Until the issues
Hidden behind
My weariness rhyme
Could I be a poet by design
I could never push someone down
So I might climb
Pretending to be wise
Makes one blind
Iโ€™ll stick to these simple lines
And bide my time!
Traveler Tim
 Jul 2020
Qualyxian Quest
The isolation is intense
One is the loneliest number

I'm tired and I'm weary
Her chocolate skin in summer!

Beauty is refreshing
Hope that life is art

She said, Hello my friend
Ah! the leap inside my heart

My body left the bank
But my mind does not depart!
 Jul 2020
kip
loving the attention
that you give me
finally being able
to fantasize
without the feeling
of superiority and dominance
innocence
and loss of ****** thoughts
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