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 Jun 17 Nylee
Cadmus
They asked me once,
“Why do you always take the hard path?”

I said,
“It’s not that I choose it
It’s just the only path I see.”

Not all of us are given options.

Some roads are rough
because that’s all there is.
Sometimes, life doesn’t offer a choice between easy and hard - it simply gives a road, and we walk it.
 Jun 17 Nylee
Druzzayne Rika
The world has lost its heart
Everything is so violently torn apart
The night skies is shining bright
The fireballs are scattered tonight
Hatred is the new trend
Relations have come to a bitter end
Everybody is anticipating what will come next
The boiling vessels screaming unrest
Twenty five is the year to be part of new history
A very dividing, a start of the beautiful tragedy
It has been predicted that this is the beginning
Of the end, just wait and watch the world destructing
Watchful eyes watching things unfold
The power is all the talking, chances don't hold
The peace is expensive, peace is with handful few
The yesterday's news is old, it's all anew.
 Jun 17 Nylee
irinia
time
 Jun 17 Nylee
irinia
worlds are collapsing, rising; dictators exhale,
entangle the veins of world
some ideas preserve salty streets like janitors of the dark
summer keeps the score of perfumed nights
I indulge in the womb of heat
wounds are retreating in sequestered spaces -
the seeds of the future.
there is a chill in the air, dread strikes near and far
light flows like the dance stuck in my bones
everywhere the pulse of time, dreaming
 Jun 17 Nylee
abyss
My prettiest words,
my sincerest thoughts,
the deepest parts of my heart—
you had them all.

I had eyes only for you.
Now I’m blind.

I don’t know where I’m going,
but I know where I’ve been.
I touched your heart
for just a moment—
and I could breathe.

Now I’m blind,
hooked to a breathing machine.
this came out in one go.
some loves feel like breath —
until you forget how to breathe without them.
 Jun 17 Nylee
Thomas W Case
On our way into
Santa Anita one day,
an old man had tipped
over in his wheelchair.
There was a pool of blood
beneath his smooth head.
I was with my Dad.
He was around the same
age as the poor injured man.
I was 12.

Seeing that man, and watching
the blank stares of the apathetic
crowd gathering around the
man, and the blood, and the
fallen wheelchair, I knew that
nobody would win, and the
horses that ran were the luckiest
of us all.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tpMDoNXg_U
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read from my recently published books.  They are on Amazon.com
Sleep Always Calls, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse.
 Jun 17 Nylee
Ciel Noir
always looking
from the outside

all alone
rejected
wrong

I keep people
at a distance

all alone
where I belong

I chase time
into the darkness

all alone
unknown
unsure

there where my
shadow surrounds me

not alone
not anymore
This is your safe haven.
Yes, this is your safe haven.
So, come into my world.
You will be protected here.
As long as I live.

Safe haven.
Safe Haven.
Put worries to aside.
And live your life with total pride.
While I stand by your side.

Because this is your safe haven.
Just come into my world and live.
You will always have a safe place here.


Believe me you have nothing to fear.
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