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yra Feb 2020
Leaving without hesitation
Full of determination
Going with no direction
It's life's imperfections
Ash Jan 2020
You plant unreachable images in my head
Willing me to paint
My hands though they work they wither
Much like heavens notions taint
Though I strive I’ll never reach you
For your face is much too great
Vast with perfection
And I think I’ve grasped a taste
Yet I’m farther than where I’ve been
For you have turned your face
My hands dance with fervor
Across this painted page
Flicking ideals far and wide
Desperate  to meet you
Hungry  to be lifted high
Alas my brush has found you
Then you shift your gaze
Revealing a new angle
And once  again my fingers race
Don't let the worry fade ur smile away.
Don't let the guilt nor fear take your pride away
Stand firm
Strong and brave ready to fight like you were born to be.
Stand to always be a warrior
Quitters don't win
That's everyone's favorite slogan
And there's never a smooth path for us to walk in
A little resistance on the forces that hold you back will get you where you want to be so keep striving hard to make to the finishing line
Tomorrow will be yours
Travis Kroeker Jan 2020
New Year’s Eve
and the clatter of suitcase handles
defying the quiet car
concerning the woman in the seat beside me
silently screaming
into her teeth.
Pop! Pop! The train is under attack
the assault we fled from our point of origin follows us as
chaos kids chuck
firecrackers on the rails,
new worries, same as old and
further furrowing the silent screamer.
The air is must, jacketed bodies still heaving
from the sprint to catch the train
now sweating in repose and slipping off their winter shells and
no one is comfortable
so you know we must be traveling.
Someone cracks a window to combat the stale air,
sliced bread eaten plain & crumbs crumble the floor
furrowing brows yet further.
We’re all going somewhere
as our minds trace where we’re coming from
collectively and silently screaming
“THIS YEAR WILL BE DIFFERENT”
and most of us now sporting
furrowed brows
as the train pulls us inevitably forward
towards the future.
Travis Wilson Dec 2019
With old Henry Knox we marched past river and rocks.
Twas 75 and Redcoats had to die.
So over them mountains came my Cannon and I.
The winter set my body to freeze and the cord cut through flesh with ease
As we marched on to Boston.
The rope burns my hands and the ice bites my feet
Frost bit feet and rope burned hand
But when we win, hell, will it be grand.
Them Redcoats thought no threat would e'er come nigh.
But look up high 'cause here come I. With cannon to make the Redcoat die.
With my frost bit feet and my rope burned hand.
And when we take to Boston, hell, but it will be grand.
Travis Wilson Dec 2019
A chisel and a block of stone
Every blow vibrates to the bone
Sweat stings the eyes
I'll shape this man that I despise.
Each pound a declaration
I won't accept these deprivations
Shards break off and fly
Drawing blood that stains like dye
I'll draw a man out of this stone
As every blow vibrates to the bone.
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
There is a blood
that is beating in my skull
that is gluing my veins
and is pulsing in some silence,

へへペ
but my hands are moving,
but my breaths are dripping
out and watching me
without reason or thought,
and my tongue is ticking too,
howling from me a language
I have yet to understand,
let alone voice,
and in the end,

へへペ
an urgency is returning me
as a snapped over twist,
leaving me without purchase
and bleaching my words stark,
so I wonder:

へへペ
what's in my bones
that's making me move?
Tracey Nov 2019
Listening to the clock on the wall
while memories **** my mind
sending chills across my barbwire
scars

Mocking echos hit the wall of
distaste while feasting still
takes place

Hate is less than here...
it's more about a life wasted
on midnight dreams soaking
on a **** filled bed

A tight grasp around the
the old hags neck keeps
the control in place
...while the gnawing on fingers
chokes the swallow

Conjuring up old shadows
on *** spilled walls
becomes a solo puppet show

Shallow breaths mask
excess flame
While chasing time~
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