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Aidan M Aug 2020
Lost
       In your eyes,
                               Dreaming of darkness
                                            Again

I wish we just could
            ignite,
Burn away the tears
                         In the night

              But whenever we dream,
         You always just
                                  fly away again.

       Alone in the darkness,
          no feeling of light.
                                         Alone in the shadows
                                      With strength I can’t fight.

      I’m lost without you.
                                       I’m now without rules,
                   The feeling of sadness
                                                          Is making me cuel

    

                                       But I will thrive.
                                I will thrive without you.
A lost hungry vagrant
on a train to nowhere
everywhere's his home

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     on a patch of hay
     in the heat of day
     he doesn't bother to get
     on his knees and pray

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          everything he wants
          is in his sweat and blood
          the shirt on his back
          and his matter of fact

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                                     ­          no one can touch his
                                               solitary freedom
                                               even when burdened with chains
                                               and in heavy rains

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                    he flies through time
                    known by himself
                    on a patch of hay

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        in an empty, lonely cart
        on a train to nowhere
        wandering the face of the earth

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yearning for Starlight💫
Alex Aug 2020

                              i wonder, i wonder
                                                           i wander

                      down the cottages in rows
                                          down the roads away from home

                                                           ­       i think, and i think
                                    thoughts collapse into ink
                                when i blink

               stars afloat in tepid eyes
                                      each a ticking bomb
                                                planted by the sky
Old. From 2018
E Jul 2020
Bonsai
Rain
Flowers
Slain
Pine
Earth
Wonder
Birth
Ash
Gray
Wander­
Fae
Maniacal Escape Jul 2020
I see secrets in rain, washes down shore.
Reeds beat wetness and sun, to timber tantrums and bouncing belongings zephyrs waves.
Sunny vistas beach to a dimes chance.
To a stone waiting and at the door a stranger waited
But I do not wander I do not wander I do not waste it it’s the evening
Through the palms of both my seasons dawn. Drowning visibly beneath the waves
That you sent to me all the way gone
Mr Poet Jun 2020
She who wanders into the road
Also wanders in someone's heart
Seeking for a faithful dove
Yet she seeks a faithful love
George Krokos Jun 2020
It'd be nice to have a *** belly stove
to sit up close to like a treasure trove
in those moments when you'd be alone
depending on no one else who's prone;
and sit there beside it in its afterglow
with nothing to think about or to know
for its warmth would give you strength
in cold days where you'll be at length
to immerse yourself in another world
that would open up before you unfurled
and where you'd be safe from any menace
lurking behind all the darkness or surface
of those places hidden in your child's mind
to wander about in with some friendly kind.
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Written early in 2020 after thinking what would it be like to have a potbelly stove in the house?.....hmmm
Aleka May 2020
You
Your touch
burns my skin,
as hot as a blazing fire
Your words,
pierce my heart
just like a sharp dagger
Your eyes,
undress my soul,
gently and effortlessly.
You,
wander through my mind,
at any moment and any time.
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