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 Sep 12 white bird
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 Mar 13 white bird
Lily08
People Fall,
Friendships die,
And all that's left to do is lie.

Every word you say, memorized.
So bad, so much
You've already pre apologized.

They keep yelling,
You keep telling.

Rumors spread leaving you in fame
and in the end no one even knows your name.
 Feb 2019 white bird
Farheen Khan
I miss that girl
She was full of heart
Bubbly and bold
Soft as wind
Full of colours

I miss that girl

Her words were hard but real
I miss those words    

But now
You will always be that one friend whose gone

And I miss you
Dedicated to my friend s
I miss you
Chaos is in my mind,
a blind light seems to ease
the darkness that creases the folds
of my brain.
The auburn chest of the sun,
a crimson dungeon that only
ever becomes unlocked by
emptiness.
This empty pit I drown in,
only becomes filled with bottles.
I can't go on knowing that each drip,
is just one temptation magnet
attracting on the next.
I am the one regret I have ever had.
 Apr 2017 white bird
Shashi
He was a free soul
but chained from inside
So many emotions
But emptiness reside

Storms passing through his heart
Yet so calm on the surface
standing amid the crowd
But only loneliness to embrace

Lost in his own world
A ****** to everyone
Slept, but awaken
So strong, yet so broken

flowing in his veins were
Sparks of love passion ambition
A dreamer, a free soul he was
Yet Longing for his freedom
 Apr 2017 white bird
TG
Ten thousand leaves fell
with a single wisp of air
that escaped from your lips
as you smile;

that is how rapturously I fell in love
with you.
 Apr 2017 white bird
Kush
Galleries
 Apr 2017 white bird
Kush
Did you know
the average person
spends only five seconds at a piece of art?

A mere glimpse of Albright’s Dorian Gray
his phantasmal and grotesque visage
silently screaming horror

Only a look at Litchenstein’s pulp women
straw-yellow hair and ivory word bubbles abound
their comic book stories told within one panel

A sighting of Breton’s Lark
a dying sun sinking into the horizon behind her
her tired, shadowy eyes awaiting the next one’s arrival

All these fleeting moments betray art
for they do not deserve seconds
they have earned centuries
inspired by works housed in the Chicago Art Institute
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