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Left alone on the highway
Close to the high rise
Two Banyan trees
Alone, yet side by side
Branches stretched upwards, towards the sky
The birds make nests
Birthing sweet melodies
Every morning as the sun crests

Dusty in summer
Their life spared
Reminiscing times
Of the forest  
That was thriving green

Missing the younger ones
And many a comrades
Deemed unimportant
As trees
Who lost the battle
To the concrete
 Mar 12 Nylee
Kat M
The lonely moth sits perched on the shower wall
Raindrops fog up the mirror quite unconcerned
Shampoo drips and stings my watchful eyes

The lonely moth moves between my lashes onto the faucet
Scruffy loofahs exfoliating my ***** limbs fall to the side
Water pools outside the hair-clogged drain

The lonely moth flutters– gone in a trick of the mind
Hair cream coats dripping, bouncy locks of curls
A fresh towel becomes soaked and softened
Note: Bathroom Moth was a Fly!

Feedback Welcome!
 Mar 12 Nylee
Traveler
The war is actually within
We should leave it be
We could meditate
The entire universe
Into world peace

Don’t take my word for it
Give it a **** good try
Peace on earth is worth living
War is a but a lie…
Traveler Tim
 Mar 12 Nylee
Traveler
Love and passion compel me through the nights that last to long..
No invisible entity can touch me, my muses are far too strong!
I don’t need to strain my eyes to see what can’t be see from afar
We know that evils out there,
cause love is who we are!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Mar 12 Nylee
Druzzayne Rika
I have everything, yet yearning for more
Life is full of opportunities, yet there is no score
Empathetic with others, I have too much already
Should I hope for surplus, or be happy to have my feet steady
I am privileged, yet should my dream soar in the sky?
It's inner dilemma, nothing is going wrong, but I just won't fly
 Mar 12 Nylee
souletry
Courtesy to the star that was forged to make me all I am.
Kisses to the protein and salts used to make up all the parts of my brain.
Though I still lack the capability to figure out how it holds everything
and nothing at the same time.
Even in a yonderly state the words still know how to line themselves
on the page, as they transfer from my head and onto the white screen.
something else I can't explain.
Like how substances can tell me how life should feel
but I lack the capability to grasp it for myself.
How I hold the potential to achieve the impossible in my back pockets
but even the possible seems too incredible for me.
More things I can't physically grasp onto.
I'm mentally climbing a man-made rope called strength.
I'm strong for all the wrong reasons, wrong people.
I just have to be strong enough to survive, but what if I just don't
want to do that either.
What if I just want to clock out, and call off for the next 5 years
to grow inside of myself and not this astronomical object that harbors
my life and anything else with one.
random but cute
 Mar 12 Nylee
Sally A Bayan
We
 Mar 12 Nylee
Sally A Bayan
We
Some people aren't open to talks
others don't even entertain jokes,
because their daily moments are
a chaos, of sadness, pain, of anger,
of rising from varying rejections.

We.....are the heroes,
or the villains...or the sacrificed,
characters...in glorious times,
struggles, described in verses;
we know...for we are those writers,
our poems are colored with our lives.

We create our own rhythms, from
calm or tempestuous days and nights,
we hear ourselves
in gentle or loud voices
we hide...among our limited choices,
we turn numb
we become blind, due to despair,
yet, with a little love,
we get by, and...in time,
our poems become our lifetime hymns,
bringing us back to those days,
how we tried, and
learned our lessons.

sally b

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
March 2, 2025
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