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 Nov 2020 kate roxanne
Tsunami
When I talk about you
People always say to me
“At least he wasn’t the one that got away”

But you are.
 Nov 2020 kate roxanne
Renae
In frightening situations
Through tears of pain
The anguish of grief
In the pouring rain

As Anne once said,
"Paper has more patience than people"

The strength she knew
more powerful within
More intense than realities
Faith held her hand.
The diary of Anne Frank
 Nov 2020 kate roxanne
G
Mask
 Nov 2020 kate roxanne
G
I carry a mask in my purse
for special occasions.
Turns out
wherever there’s people
there:
occasion
 Oct 2020 kate roxanne
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
.


Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 Oct 2020 kate roxanne
Lukai
I’m stuck in a pool
And I cannot swim
I waste another breath
Every moment I spend
I want out but
Keep on drowning again

For every time I do
Try to swim
Try to catch my breath
Heading towards the “top”
I hit the bottom and
And the water sinks in
Filling my lungs
The lights going dim

It’d be much easier if I open my eyes
But what I’ll see to no surprise
Would be the top
Where I am scared to go
So I keep on drowning
 Jul 2020 kate roxanne
erin
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

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