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Traveler Jan 13
When you’re all knowing
You need not a thought
No eyes to stare
No feet to walk

While we’re still in this form
Limitations distort our paths
Seems we’re burdened by beliefs
Or victims of some god’s wrath

But I can assure you,
My heart will always shine
Keeping my goals in focus
With each and every rhyme..
Traveler Tim
Mays Benatti Jul 2017
Searching for an ear,
Just one.
It's a quest for acceptance,
Or maybe the solace gun.
Hand it over,
Prepare to run.
This poem reflects a moment of deep vulnerability and inner conflict. It’s about searching for someone to truly listen, to provide that sense of acceptance we all crave. But there’s also this edge—this feeling of tension or danger that comes with opening up. The “solace gun” was my way of capturing how heavy those emotions can feel, like you’re carrying something powerful and fragile at the same time.

The line “hand it over, prepare to run” is a mix of fear and urgency, like a warning to myself or others about the risks of being vulnerable. Writing this was a way to process that push-and-pull between needing connection and guarding my own heart.
Trinkets Dec 2024
Look, here is a puzzle.

A mystery for you to solve.

You don't have the answer?

You're meant to have them all.

Just read the signs, in faces, reach out,

but never call. Don't ever ask the questions,

that's against the rules. You are the only one

that find the silence cruel. Only you find it to be

troubling. Everyone else can play this game, no problem.
Nobody Dec 2024
i just want to be
a normal human being
is that too much to ask?

why can't i just be
a normal human being
like everyone else

i sure wish i was
a normal human being
but i never will be
why cant i just be normal?
Nobody Dec 2024
i wonder
what you ever did
with all of the friendship bracelets
we had
i still wear them
it hurts too much to take them off

i wonder
if you still remember our secret handshake
that we made up
in the 2nd grade
and kept using
for years
i still practice it
with my tear-stained reflection
in the broken mirror

i wonder
if you still think about me
as often as i think about you
i keep going back
to our old, happy memories
the ones that you (probably) forgot
i sure hope not
because those are the memories
i can't get myself to throw away

i wonder
what you did
with all the pictures of me on your phone
did you delete them
or do you just keep them there
leaving them alone,
just like you did with the real me
i can't believe
that i managed
to cut your face out of a photo
a hole of emptiness-
resembling the one in my soul

i really miss you
but friends grow apart, i guess
Ruheen Aug 2024
i just don't feel like smiling
but i can be nice
sometimes
it's august
used to be july
stating the obvious
isn't a crime
neither is smiling
once in a while
take a look
inside my mind
you'll see how
august
turns to july
el Mar 2024
no mercy?
no mercy?
how can you say that when we have been through everything that you see
and we still chose to stay?
how can you say i have no mercy when i only stick around from the goodness of my heart?
how can you say that i have no mercy when all i do is think and do for you
all i want is to make you happy
how can you forget that i am constantly being mowed down?
no fvcking mercy?
brandychanning Mar 2024
they receive, interpet, discard, rehydrate, delegate, redistribute,
brook no, smile stupidly at stupidity, opinionate but never lecture,
never hector, rarely curse unless it is essential, tell good jokes, abhor verbosity, act on instinct, admit error when instinct stinks, sharpen
their teeth, their tongue, and their verbal reciprocity skills

in case,

life becomes interminable intermittently intolerable when other creatures impose, flagellate, pontificate, render the impossible as quite likely, reveal things I wish I never heard, detail the details of the inexplicably intricate uninteresting with prodigious force, and an unlimited absence of periods, commas, or breaths taken,

and escape
impossible for some meetings require good manners, first dates the remote but not trivial possibility that a false start has or can occur,
(see The Pleated Skirt poem) and the incidence of really good books in very poorly designed book covers…ditto the men variety of same!
I am a ****
And a *****
And all of those things
That I didn't want to be

I hope you're happy

You made me this way
Then made me ashamed of it
Someday I'll get through that
My dad was my best friend but we were cut from the same cloth
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