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  Jun 2016 Nik
Wide Eyes
She's the twilight sea.
Waves inch close just to flee far
Slip right through your hands...
My first attempt at haiku.
  Jun 2016 Nik
ARI
The higher I climb
The better the view
I see.

The higher I climb
The more tired
I become.

The higher I climb
The sweeter the air
Filling my lungs.

The higher I climb
The more blisters
On my hands.

The higher I climb
The more songs I hear
The birds sing.

The higher I climb
The more my limbs
Are aching.

One day I will
Reach the top
Of my ladder.

Who will be there
To greet my weary bones
And hopeful heart?

-ARI
  Jun 2016 Nik
Lauren Leal
This language is quiet, truthful,
Though nothing to be heard.
A quiet language.
Nik Jun 2016
I will never be as pretty as art.
I will never be as soft spoken as poetry.
I will be chaos for I already am mayhem,
and there is nothing you or anyone else can do about it.
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