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luciana Nov 2020
being apart from the ingroup
they say you'll find a way
to be a part of some social loop
hopefully where labels won't convey
luciana Nov 2020
when does time affect how we feel towards someone?

maybe as the seasons progress
we will find a winter to lay down and rest.
or when the midnight hour fades in
your voice is a lullaby that can paint a vision.
our radiant past that enriched our hearts
pinky promises and aspirations.

thinking of the future, do you see
our sunflowers ever blooming?
this one is so old & iffy
  Oct 2020 luciana
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
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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
luciana Oct 2020
hmm
a guy like you
should be easy to turn away
to forget
unless
luciana Sep 2020
thin strings made of the self
there is a desperate need for a knot
she feels worthless and empty
wanting to fade into the clouds above
luciana Sep 2020
the night is fading
taking those memories with it.
this high is persuading
making reality a hypocrite

this fade is a dream-catcher
allowing me to let go.
the 99 problems don't matter
it's just me going solo

it's a new recognition
that i'm willing to live through.
uncover some new ambitions
is what i should do

exhaling out our past
****, you were the best i never had.
which will outlast?
probably this fade just a tad
luciana Sep 2020
looking up at all the stars
i hope for a better tomorrow
thinking through the late night
my mind and heart know.
our first take
was so long ago
but as I leave the sun city
its for the best that I let it all go.
like most, I associate songs with people, memories, etc. and unfortunately these titles have the most baggage.
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