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 Jul 9
Traveler
I was once a Poet..

I use to posses the passion
Aesthetically fortified
Romantically conditioned
The nature of blue skies

Windows of raw emotions
Dark nights upon a stage
I have written about such shortcomings
Lovingly in my rage..

But I can’t help but panic
As they tear our world apart
The death of innocent folks
Screams that pierce my heart..

And that’s how peace activism becomes my only art…
Traveler Tim
 Jul 8
Aladdin Aures H
Under The Starlit Stars I Painted Your Face
On My Scars You Left A Hollowed Trace
You Stole My Heart You Stole My Sleep
Now I'm Sinking In Secrets I Couldn't Keep

The Echoes Of Lies Ricochet Through The Air
Your Smile Was A Mask I Didn't Know Was There
Now I'm Standing On Ruins Of What We Made
A Castle Of Hope Turned To A Barricade

I Feel The Betrayal I Feel The Sting
Like A Bird With A Broken Wing
I Guess It Was A Mistake To Trust
Now Our Love Is Buried In The Dust

I’m Not The Echo Of Your Thrills
Not The Shadow On Your Hills
I’m Not The Backup Plan You Need
Your Love Is Poison, Not A Seed

You Call Me When The Stars Burn Low
When Your World Is Spinning Slow
But I’m Not Here To Be Your Toy
I’m Not Some Game For You To Destroy

I’m Not Your Side Guy, No Second Best
Not A Pawn In Your Little Test
Your Love’s A Cage, But I’m Breaking Free
No More Chains, No More Misery

You Paint Your Lies In Shades Of Gold
But Your Touch Feels Icy Cold
I’m Not A Fool To Play Your Game
Not A Spark In Your Fleeting Flame

You Want Me There When You Feel Small
But I Won’t Catch You When You Fall
Your Love’s A Cliff I’ve Climbed Before
I’m Walking Away, Won’t Hurt No More

Author/ Aladdin AURES H.
 Jul 8
Bekah Halle
You give me life,
While he tries to ***** it out!

You build me up,
While he tears me down.

You bring clarity,
While he stirs up confusion.

You repair,
He retorts.

You restore.
He doesn’t stand a chance in hell!
From the archives…
Since birth
I have been
God ******
by original sin.

No clean slate
**** fresh start.
blackened soul
a Devil's heart.
 Jul 7
Bekah Halle
You have a right to change your mind about me,
yes, you are free, to think what you like about what you see,
and what you think you see —
don't see —
about what you want me to be.
Because that's more about you than me.
so, go right ahead and think differently —
it is freeing then, immediately.

I've spent the majority
of my life performing to your tune,
the one you fiddled on your flute
rather than changing your own swoon,
it must be pretty difficult
waiting for others to change
all the while stagnating
in your narcissistic slime.

You have a right to change your mind about me,
I'm a maverick, you'll see!
Through trials and forced transmutation;
I am a girl and a woman,
I am a heart and an evolution
of a story still being told —
That's just it, never will my spirit grow old.
 Jul 6
Agnes de Lods
Thousands of eyes,
looking at my sleeping body.
After my false awakening,
I saw them,
still trapped in the dream.
They were recording
my every painful breath.

Eyes without eyelids,
dense, dark air.
I became an unexpected glitch
in the imposed system.
They just didn’t know
what to do with me.

The spiders around my bed
were watching over
the meaning of my existence.

I had only a deep need
to find a place
for all elements
of the broken vessel,
the black pupils,
the witnesses
to my faltering walk.

I am not yet a butterfly.
I am the caterpillar
in a long ego tunnel.

Thomas was right.

To heal,
I must keep going
and going
until all becomes
one seamless whole,
ready to transform
into a flying being,
free from the chain of wounds,
sacrificed
on the altar
of broken Ego.
Thomas Metzinger
Thomas Merton
 Jul 6
CE Uptain
How to read my poetry:

Read it with your eyes, they will show you what I say
See it with your heart, it guides the way
Read it with your mind, keep it open to the truth
Use your understanding to verify the proof
Let it get in your dreams, read it while you sleep
Let it get in your soul and I hope it will keep

When you finish, read it once again
This time with feeling, like blowing in the wind
After that, quietly reflect on the story
Did you find it sweet and nice or ****** and gory

Try and remember your favorite line
Maybe the one about yours or the one about mine
Dry your eyes, blow your nose, get to the funny parts
The one about true love and two broken hearts
You can read them over and over; they never get old
Some of my best lines are as good as gold
I know you poets don't need reading instructions however, this one slipped out.
 Jul 6
Repentant
High like the potter
Kissed your eyes like a gutted
Goat
Sliced into pieces
National kissing day and blood
Is on your lips and on your eyes
My dear dementor
One day
Before you die
Between all your preys
Have me in your dreams
Remember my kiss
Read this unexpectedly
Feeling that it's like someone's writing
Let the butterflies fly
In your stomach as you lie
In your deathbed we will meet
I will hunt you in your dreams
Kiss, kiss good bye my darling
Kiss, kiss bang bang my dumpling
You can be mischievous huh?
You were wrong though all along
Kiss, kiss sleep snow white
White as the ghost in the skies
I will be your potter boy
You will be rotting corpse
 Jul 6
Arii
It’s not a lot that I can give, not a lot that I have,
It’s just a drop in the bucket toward my goal to be better.
But even so, I wish I could give more than I’ve given myself,
Everything I have and anything I’ve had

So it didn’t go to waste
Rotting in a corner, in a room, in a space
That I can never go to again,
Or rather don’t want to go to once more

But rather reminisce about
Something that isn’t the burden
And weight that’s taken place in my heart
When I can’t look at someone else and say

I’ve done them right for once.
Futile, as my efforts are
‘Cause until now there’s not a lot I can find
That would be worth the effort or time

Others have to wait for something
As big as beating cancer,
as small as a birthday,
And from someone like me
On a day like that, of all days.

But I can give myself
And I can be here,
Forever, however long that is,
If someone would like,
I can be
I wrote this ages ago and apparently I didn't post it here, or I did and I just can't find it XD
 Jul 6
Bekah Halle
I saw them rain clouds —
In the far-off distance.

So I went about my day;
Flipping and fleeting,
Bopping and bleating,
Swiping and sweeping.

Until they were overhead —
And didn't they get me then!
Alternative heading: 'em rainy clouds?
 Jul 6
Bekah Halle
About turn,
Face fear —
Discern, and
Have faith  —

No more looking
To the left and to the right,
But investing right where you are —
In You and realising in Your love.

I’m ready,
For a new season of faith,
Less heady,
And more heart.

Delving deeper,
Within Your loving embrace —
No longer a sleeper,
But expansively awake!

Truly present in life,
And Your love.
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