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Aaron L Osgood May 2022
I know it’s been a while since I spoke a word.
I don’t speak much I only write spoken words.
I’m sweet by the touch and woken enough.
My image is speechless…in the mornings I open up.
Let me be the flower that blooms in the sun.
Beauty is not only an image but you’re the one.
You come first in my mind, never second to none.
I’m trying to travel further than where I came from.
I’m New Jersey born and raise.
My personality is warm and spreads across like sun rays.
I love all shades of beauty and I continue chase the rainbow for days.
Just looking for my *** of gold but I hope my journey never ends.
Because on the road continuously as every single day is where I spend.
snipes Feb 2022
Bedded soul in the soil
Casket cassette spins
Tears in Heaven
Ripples into waves
I turn my head in the bed I lay
Now I become Death in his name
While Eric Clapton plays
I light travel dark vivaciously
Garnering the souls in the soil
snipes Sep 2021
Who am I too save
My heads out the window
Tell the cops I’m about to get paved
Break feed leaks
And the accelerator
Matches my foot print
I ain’t stopping
Till the tread sparks spread
Believe me
The wind sounds like
Someone else is speaking
Far off and I stare off
Into another dimension
But my prison isn’t
Potholes, broken down off road
No it’s polyhedral capsules
Who cap my soul

Keep me out the window
hazem al jaber Sep 2021
Traveling ...

what ...
if I told you ...
i'm traveling now ...
out of my scope ...
out of my mind ...
traveling ...
outside my map ...
nothing matters to me anymore ...
except to reveal ...
what is going on now ...
into my world ...
my blood circulation ...
boiling ...
getting so high ...
and my heart beats ...
got with unbalanced tones ...
as it ready for war ...

traveling now ...
entering from a dream ...
to another dream ...
and get back again ...
to my mainly dream ...
just to reach you ...
to get into your world ...
there ...
where i used always ...
only to dream of you ...
to live my moments ...
at least ...
to be with you ...
even if it was seconds ...
i will keep traveling ...
to your map world ...
just to tell you ...
i love you ...

hazem al ...
Allesha Eman Jun 2021
Honey drops in to the Milky Way inside your tea cup
We sit chatting for old times sake
Friends of distance and enemies of uncertainty
I hope you’ve paved your road on those maps
That you pinned onto your walls
I hope the sun didn’t chase you away
I hope the foreign thunder stole your heart
And you found reflections of a beautiful past
I had written the night before
Inked into letters from the moon

From across the ocean, I waited for your postcards
Yet we sit here, with our thoughts
dancing in the silence between us
Your spoon makes ripples in your tea,
I dream to see the world you’ve seen,

You reminisce and I travel with your memories
Ahmad Attr Apr 2021
I’m travelling back
Back to where it all began
From one home to another
Back on the train
a domestic bird like me isn’t ready yet
I am too tamed
But deep within me lies a secret part of me
That awakens once I’m sent to the wild
Like a phoenix or an exotic bird,
Rising from my ashes
My ruffled, dusty feathers shed
And the clean, pristine ones arises
I wonder how he does it
Conquering, thriving
Living life as though it is actually exciting
My heart is racing faster than the train I’m riding
I pass through towns and mounts
Rivers brown and blue
What am I going to do when I reach my other home?
O! other me you know better than I do
How long are you going to sleep?
I need you now more than ever before
I can’t wait to be you
alex grey Jan 2021
Home is where the heart is,
but a tortured heart that dreams of home
holds for ransom the love inside
and all thoughts of happiness subside.

The heart asks for what I cannot give,
and in all its pulsing patience,
which one of us will outlive
this awkward cadence?

Home is where the heart is,
so as I board the plane
on a return flight 'home'
I left my heart and home behind.
to firenze
Nicoline Fougner Jan 2021
I sailed on a catamaran, and let the wind guide it
I didn’t push against the current but let destiny choose it
I let it choose its people, I let it choose its place
I let it choose its timing, I let it choose its race

First thing I know, we jump off the boat
We swim under sun set and let our bodies float
We put clay on our faces, now looking all white
We laugh about it and talk for a while

The sun is down, so we start heading back
All the sudden, thousands of stars are out
We jump off again, time goes in slow-mo
Water to the hips, I was given a mango

A mango so tender and sweet
It almost swept me off my feet
While sharing laughter and lifelong conversations
These travellers became my constellations

I sailed on a catamaran, and let the wind guide it
It left me with amazing friends and joy wrapped around it
This excruciating happiness was like an oracle
And little did I know, it was my mango miracle
This is set in Mexico, Bacalar, a "seven shades of blue" lagoon.
This poem describes the happiest I've felt, ever. The kind of happiness you feel to the core. It taught me that when you let go of the control you might impose on your life, it can take you such unexpected places where you get to explore new feelings. I call it my mango miracle because that day has, for so many reasons, made me more spiritual, more connected to nature and more in balance with myself.
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