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Triste Aug 2018
When you write, your emotions start to stab you
Then you bleed with words unveiled by the beauty of your pain
You sweat with beads of warm memories hanging from your past
That slowly trickle down your neck choking you until your eyes water with the love that has long been washed away
When you write, you become vulnerable, exposed as you strip down your mind
But there's freedom in writing, a sense of joy that somehow, somewhere, a message is getting across,
To break a heart, rebuild a soul or tear down walls.
When you write, you bleed but you're still alive.
Triste Jul 2018
Hands clasped so tight
In a dream cradled by time
A canopy of moonlit sky
A poetry and a rhyme
Laughter and empty streets
Our heartbeats and dancing feet
  Jul 2018 Triste
Traveler
Your silence
Is sometimes quite loud
I would relieve your torment
But I'm not sure how

I don't like compromises
So I fake 'em
I hate commitments
So I break 'em

The world ran me down
Then ran me over
I'm not trying to be right
And I don't want to be sober...
Traveler Tim
  Jul 2018 Triste
betterdays
between us
our breath mists
as we pursue passion
this  night of zero  degrees
our ardour is  summers hottest day
as the sweat cools upon  bared *******
we reach an apex our very own everest
and then become aware of the chill in the air
a nonette
  Jul 2018 Triste
Phoenix Rising
Pain inspires change.
It's not the best way,
but sometimes it's the only way.
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