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#roaming
Leave your garden, and come live in my heart.
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 9:53 AM UTC
Walking Flowers
I only come out at night When the monsters roam You ask me why I live so dangerously Why I risk my life, my safety My dear, Did you never realise? The scariest monster is me
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
Monster of the Night
My indecision is deciding for me I remain Stuck in this place of purgatory I remain All dark with no light and sleep without rest I remain Both horns and halos but no devil or angel I remain Sailing from star to sea in celestial form adrift I remain
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
I Remain
We sit in this room across from one another in silence I try to look at everything but you I feel your eyes on me I feel them roaming as if your hands are on my body how is that even possible it's as if you're right beside me grazing your fingers where they please Your lips following their trail lingering here and there exploring every dip and hollow The room feels so tight this tension is something I can't explain this silence so deep I feel so restless I want to burn something break something move I chance a glance and our eyes collide **** what is this feeling how can something feel so hot I try to look away but I'm frozen I wait But your eyes are still on mine A silent challenge You get up and leave the room ... And I follow
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
Ignite
Eyes roaming the room of riches Like a tiny dancer bouncing on the air. Eyes roaming round and round and round Like the florid horse on a beach-town carousel. Eyes roaming round the room of riches Like someone getting ready for a takedown. And those took me down.
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
Roaming Eyes
My father was born a man of the earth, I refuse to wear a bra, and I shake off like a dog after every shower. So why is it that I roam this sacred beach cursing at the sticky layers of sand, searching for a single slab of concrete, a place to call home?
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
Ocean Child?
There's this cloud Who's a bit loud. It moves the air And may seem unaware. But this cloud is soft. It is just a bit lost, Flowing around, Trying to calm down. Reach to this cloud Maybe it does not want to entertain this crowd. If you call him home, It will stop to roam.
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
Lost
When the dream breaks, so much has changed, as if time has been manipulated. I look for you in photos with me for proof, but it seems that you have faded. I must be crazy to speak and have memories of things that may have never happened, but I swore someone else was there. I guess I'm really losing it, maybe it was just a voice in the air. Should I go back to these places and look for four footprints in the mud, or are these photos telling me all I need to know? Could I have been roaming around in the woods for three years by myself, conversing with a ghost?
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Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
Looking for Proof
The Roamer roams on, without thought or mind, he is free and on his own, but at what cost? He roams in the day, walking the streets, shabbily dressed, and confused for a vagrant. He roams in the night boots trampling the mud, of a slick rain-struck sidewalk, with no direction or guide. He roams from city to city, staying for just a few weeks, then he's off again to roam to another city. He roams the woods, when he gets bored with the cities and lights, and the noise and people. He roams the fields, observing the sights, utterly alone with his thoughts as company. He roams the world, roaming far and wide, searching for something, he just can't find. He roams endlessly, evermore for something more, yet will he lose himself in the process? The Roamer is a nomad, searching for a place, for a people who he can call his home.
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
The Roamer
Roaming reckless snatching all there hexes putting them on I. Just to see through my eyes the curses and disasters that happen. Forever more the alchemist of the black art. The curse, the spew, with sound, deadlier than a poisoned dart. Fan entangled in webs, jet black. Spider so enormous, why is it so fat? That's what she said while in bed waiting. Faking a performance, for this one ****** fan. Tanned man, she bagged and holds the dollar, so paper skews and she becomes the baller Top dollar climbing buildings, being held by king kong does she live long? Maybe Just like the rest I undressed my mind Studied it. What I found is I am so **** fine, flying high thru skies so blue I'd call me a Legion because I roam with might and fell into the deep blue, cast out like demons into the deepest darkest blue, seeing eyes look as I write might entice the mights and powers. I devour the enormous spirit fear me because I don't fear it, I only fear God Almighty. But I know he guide me, taking me to Wonderful, it's exciting.
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
Roaming
Hello? Are you home, Or leaving me to roam? Did you disappear, Leaving this pain to sear?
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
Hello?
Threatening to shut out all memories, my wounds threatening to open again.. When I was a young girl of ten, my heart was heavy, my skin was thin I was born a regular child, never to know why i was wild.... Roaming here and there, feeling the fire as the torments roam.... Though it keeps me here and I pray that it burns, but i know not to scream....it will **** me in the end ... As I roam, not knowing where I go I keep asking where have I really been??? Debbie Brooks 2015
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
Where Have i Been