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 Mar 2016 Ysabel Cruz
Traveler
I've seen it
I've touched it
I've held it in mind
I lingered in that cave
And left the world behind

Until it occurs to me
That  living was the goal
To experience every bit
Of pain and pleasure
As I suffer growing old

And so I gather happiness
And store it in my soul
Right above my sadness
And a handful of woes...
Traveler Tim
To share it with the world...
re to 08=17
 Mar 2016 Ysabel Cruz
OH NINA
make love to me,
in the open and vast spacings.
grass beneath my skin,
stars before my eyes.
make love to me,
through the sense
of great inevitability
incapable of avoidance
as the flow of waves at the sea.
as such, please let your fingers be.
make love to me,
till the moon sets to again as it rises.
and through in betweens
a star would come to fall,
the same pace my chest falls
underneath yours,
as i catch my breath
and wish upon that star
for you to never stop nor pause.
I am soft
With a hard shell
Crack me open
And I will
Ooze out
Raw, white and foamy
Clinging to your fingers
I wrote this while suffering from insomnia. I couldn't stop thinking about this image.
Brave
is wat u r not
wat i wish u were
what I want to be
What you should be
Conquer it
The sun is rising
Heat is arriving
Birds start chirpping
  Good day  As
   A  bit of light appears
From the sky above
     Hevan
       I call to you
Ah...
So busy doing something  
Never ends
   No breaks seems
    & u still creep in my mind
     SO this way I don't
    Over  react  
         Relaxed
Always better days
     To come
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