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Oh! I will not stop
I still think at that
She salutes me

With a word
No
With a promise
False
With a look
Attacks

Every bone
Makes the sun
Shine

At the foggy days
At the dark night
As the moon comes
No the sun

And I will travel
By the train
No
Plane
Gone
The rocket
fast and speed
the love is the deal between two hearts.
You were a faithful friend on many adventures over many thousand miles. Together, we spattered legions of our mosquito foes upon your grille. Within your cab we enjoyed hours uncounted of beloved audiobooks and favorite tunes. But, alas, we were rear-ended and you are totaled. They say, "There's no silver bullet." There was one.
May you ride eternal on the highways of Valhalla, forever shiny and chrome.
City of eternal wonders
An empire built,
fallen, re-animated
alive and never broken.
There lay ruins
old and modern,
monuments of marble
stumbled on by hoofs
and carriages shrieking
on the cobbled streets
poisoned by uncultured
tourists.
But in the little streets
lay a calm
silence not many
can hear.
The beauty is underneath
hidden, not all will see.
It's heart keeps beating:
like fine wine,
it improves with time.
Fenchurch Oct 7
the pitter patter of droplets hitting the stairs
the scent of shampoo in freshly washed hair
the distant coo-wee of a small being

the mist blanketing the trees i wish you were seeing
Sept.15.19 // letters that won’t be sent to you

There was so much to tell you
Yet the time isn’t right for speaking
So I’ll just explain it here

“The city was great , the vibe was intense but it was an experience that I’ll remember forever
The people there seem so happy to be in the city but some weren’t happy , instead they drowned themself into drinking from that tall cup .
I want to travel again , remember we’d use to talk about the places we planned to go?
Well I still plan to go maybe just maybe
When the time is right “
Allesha Eman Oct 4
I shy away from yellow Novembers,
As I stare into the glowing sun, 
searching for some metal wings, 
ones that bring back unfamiliar winds,
 hoping that they'll take me too. 

I trace my fingers along road maps,
and chase my regrets while looking back
I dream of sunsets on snowy roads 
I run from colours that feel too old 
and search for stories that haven't been told

I've read the writings on the wall, 
it seems like I've been waiting to fall, 
but every time I dream of a new place 
I can't help but feel like I need an escape 
So I find myself on the other side,

walking down roads that never divide, 
chasing dreams I have yet to meet 
becoming someone I have yet to be
searching for fate, I walk along 
towards the yellow November trees 

alone, afar, yet somewhere close, 
hand in hand with vulnerability.
Taking a break from the “26 Letters to Time” series :)
Don’t tell me
Where else
You have been

Seriously
Have you been to
My dreams?
Genre:Micro Verses
Theme: Travel Log
Oskar Erikson Sep 29
calling a lost lover
to begin to head on over
this bedroom was only a boarding gate
and this bed your layover.
Nigdaw Sep 26
Black rain falls
ice cold
emotionless

desolate tarmac roads
puddles of ugliness form
devouring light
drawing in the world
dark matter
the abyss lies beyond
headlight's reach

reflected buildings distort
as cars spin
aquaplaning tyres
across mirrored
mercurial surfaces

downdraught suppresses
exhaust fumes
as dragon automobiles
slither their hissing way
neon lit fire breathing
monsters of road and byway

home is measured
by the length of the next queue
rather than miles per hour
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