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Did I tell you my truth
Did I tell you my lie
Does it matter to you
If I keep it inside

We all get to know
These things in the end
Does it matter to you
If I only pretend

I read what you said
About writing the truth
And how
Creativity is measured
Under your roof

But here in the real world
There's no reason or rhyme
Why must you be
Yourself every time?

Sure
It all sounds good
The rules that you make
Stuck in your boxes
Lost in your faiths...
Traveler Tim
2014
What has truth to do with creativity?
the moon
clothed in pearl grey clouds
sits high upon the sky
as the tides sings an ode
to it's beauty


the air still,
then zephyrous
dances with dust and motes
in the street lamps reflection

dampness sizzles and steams
on old tar roads, puddles erupt
as cars swing  on through
dragon lights on high beam
veering off into the night

we sit, drinks in hand
as small things pitter
and patter about
and listen to the deepening
of the warm summer night
the most powerful emotions are only a few syllables long
this is not poetry
but my god, i wish it was
poetry is easy
it's crisp, it's clean
it makes me feel better after i write it
it fits into this box
i shut it and set it on a shelf
my feelings go away
and i just don't think about it.
this definitely isn't poetry
it isn't romanticized
or overly depressing
or absolutely elated
i get it that not everyone's poetry is any of those
but mine is.
and you,
are definitely not poetry.
you are not  easy.
you don't make sense
i can't just not think about you
you make me feel confused
and livid and loving and terrified.
sometimes, you make me feel nothing at all
and sometimes, i feel everything at once.
i can't write you down
and box you up
and put you away.
you're not poetry
but my god, i wish you were


Here in this place where I once played,
midst memories now cast aside
The clouds my worthless life has made,
rain down in teardrops I have cried
Thank you to all of my friends here who have supported and encouraged me. I appreciate each and every one of you.  I hope I have shown you the same kindness you have always shown me. This will be my last for while, I need some time to figure out who I am and how I became that person. Thanks again.
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