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 Jun 2016 ky
Traveler
CONCENTRATION
 Jun 2016 ky
Traveler
What is the sequence
In which thought flows

The mystery of the endless
Never to be known

Beyond the vanishing point
Another Zero after the dot

Why let it twist
Your mind in a knot

All that matters
Is the here and now

There's no need to pay tribute
To those passing clouds
...
Traveler Tim
re to Jun 02 17
 Jun 2016 ky
ForgottenDiety
Can we?
 Jun 2016 ky
ForgottenDiety
Can we just pretend
that we
love each other,
again?
Saddest plead, ever.
 Apr 2016 ky
ryn
Popcorn
 Apr 2016 ky
ryn
Right now, my mind...
Is the proverbial popcorn machine.

Every little thing that bothers me is
likened to a kernel.
And to make popcorn, you need lots...
Bucketloads of kernels.

Dump them all in the machine.
Let them whirl.
They sit layered on top of each other
undisturbed,
on the hot bed until...
The spindly metal arms begin to rotate...
Whose sole purpose is to agitate.

Buttered with debilitating insecurities.
Sprinkled with irrational fears.
Heated with erratic temperament.

And here come the arms again.
Rotating,
churning,
inciting.

No one knows when the kernels
are going to cave and rupture.

Then...
"Pop!" would go one.
Then another...
And another...
Soon they would all start to explode.
When that happens,
I do too.

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Addendum
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I love popcorn.
And I don't like to share.
 Apr 2016 ky
kayanja ronald edwin
The delighting whistle by a wood-pewee
Announcing a brand new day ahead
As the sun shot rays through your window,
Falling on your chubby cheeks as you slept

A wonderful world you thought
Remembering the dark yet beautiful night
A shooting star and the hollow moon
As the crickets played their symphony

Stronger, your bones grew
Your skin glowing beautifully
Half an inch taller than yesterday
Admiring your body change everyday

Dreams grew bigger each night
A doctor, a president, a star
You desired to be everything
And why wouldn't you be?

A young heart with wild dreams
A little soul yet highly spirited
Welcoming everyday with excitement
Adventuring in love, appreciating nature

So young and innocent, naive
Hatching slowly out of your shell
Facing the bitter cold, and hot world
Freezing and melting your dreams as they appeared

Now you sit silent on the beach
Watching the sun fall into the sea
Leaving you alone to the cold night
To fall asleep and dream once again
Of your childhood paradise
Based on song by coldplay, paradise
 Apr 2016 ky
Gidgette
He Isn't
 Apr 2016 ky
Gidgette
He isn't the moon,
But its sultry glow

He isn't the sun,
But its shine

He isn't the clock,
But its time

He isn't the hands,
But the holding

He isn't the poem,
But its rhyme

He isn't love,
But my heart
 Apr 2016 ky
Li
stitch
 Apr 2016 ky
Li
I stitched
your name
here
in my chest

and every time
someone got too close
don't touch this,
this is not yours

was what I always said

people came
and people left

I still waited

but one day
the stitch ―
your name
untangled itself.
 Mar 2016 ky
NvrMnd
Trying
to be a hero
with their
pen and ink.
 Mar 2016 ky
Marisa Lu Makil
She is gray outside.
But her heart is blue.
She loves to smile
But she forgot how

He is black outside
But his mind is yellow
He loves to sing
But they tell him he can't

She is white on the outside
But her thoughts are red
She is a genius
And they hate her for it

He is brown outside
But on the inside, he is pink
He loves to dance
But they tell him he is girly for it

We all have our own colors
We are all different on the inside
We are all beautiful
No one is ugly
Discriminating against someone because they look different, sound different, or are less fortunate than you is not funny. It's just mean.
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