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He splashes light against the sky,
  broken heart that makes her cry
  remembering yesterday's goodbyes,
  begs her to explain. She just sighs.
  She was a ***** he loved, paste white.
  He splashes light against the night
  making stars that swirl like madness.
  He splatters yellow suns on his sadness
  with crows in skies warning us of doom.
  He cuts his ear off in her white room.
I scratch this poem upon the page
with his blood spilled in red rage.
Each time surf wraps itself
around an ankle
Each time it covers the feet
washing away distractions
It is the ocean’s way of paying
homage to humanity
Loving it through touch
Letting its vastness imprint itself
beneath the sole
So we may walk in it
into the vastness
of our own being

~ Shazia Zaman
In the small hollows of your heart,
resides love.
Beckoning, for a visit.

SZ
 Sep 2020 Travis Green
nivek
each sleep you let go and trust
trust that is deeper than you acknowledge

trust weaved within your very being
trust that needs no rationale
My father died when I was seven.

Like a girl in a museum
I'm drawn to his pictures.
Those inadequate reproductions,
hypnotize me.

Pictures, what do they have to give?
Coal-blue eyes, a knowing look.
They exist, for me, like Cassandra of troy,
full of endless secrets that can never be told.

A snowy, ice slickened, twilight-blue
rush hour parade - hundreds of grimy cars
rushing, rushing... somewhere.

Why do  the details I can't remember haunt me so?
A flash of light, the tearing of metal
like the screaming of dogs in a devouring
dance of energy.

The nuclear family detonating
with death inches away.

Everyone was asking, "What do you remember?"
"I don't know."  7 year old me said.

The family man leaving a gravestone like a calling card.

Sometimes, just before I fall asleep,
memories of him - which I hold dear -
come to me like the ghosts of departed friends.
Image after image in the embracing dark.

Why is it the further away you get, the more I need you?

Those images and that voice are strangely silent
in the morning as I'm, once again, awakened
to a world I'd rather reassemble.
it is what it is
 Sep 2020 Travis Green
Aparna
longing for summer;
literally,metaphorically
5w
just a note
     hoping for the better
U w U
 Sep 2020 Travis Green
MS Anjaan
I re set my heart and programmed friest software-

ONE CAN AFRAID YOU TILL YOU
WANT TO BE AFRAID
 Sep 2020 Travis Green
MS Anjaan
Leave cry😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Keep tryπŸ€”πŸ€”πŸ€”πŸ€”πŸ€”πŸ€”πŸ€”


Don't worry if you worstπŸ‘ΏπŸ‘ΏπŸ‘ΏπŸ‘ΏπŸ‘Ώ
But feel pride, you are your own hostπŸ›€πŸ›€

Today your eyes are really wet😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
And will wet when you getπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
It will just a difference of satisfaction


If you want to really goπŸƒπŸƒπŸƒπŸƒπŸƒ
You should start it slow 🚢🚢🚢🚢🚢
Because

A train can run 500km per hour , but it could impossible if Lane did not take months to build,on which it runs πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒ
I usually read failure stories. It happened today too. From that story I got some conclusions.so I presented them infront of you
 Sep 2020 Travis Green
MS Anjaan
Today I am finding shade under the leaves of a 🌲 🌲 🌲
                       TREE

these roots I cut dawn a long ago πŸ’€πŸ’€πŸ’€πŸ’€πŸŒ³πŸŒ³πŸŒ³πŸŒ³πŸŒ΄πŸŒ΄πŸŒ΄πŸŒ²
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