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The power went off
The street was dark and quiet
One single star shines.
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
.


Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
I'm hungry.

I'm not bad.

I'm hungry.

That's why I'm sad.


I'm sorry.


I miss my grandma's tortillas.


I miss breakfast.


I miss her stew.


I miss waking up.



Because she is dead.


But she would make breakfast for you too.
This is where the world ends
And I begin
So why
Are you on my cloud again?
Looking down
You only see my feet
I'm up here
You don't have to reach
Your god complex
Is not invisible
Why are you always miserable?
You forced your way
Into my rhyme
Heavy heart'd on my mind
I've no solution
Just these lines
.......................................
Traveler Tim
Sally's eyes followed the bouncing ball
Up and down the rubber hit the wall
Peter patter played swell
Back and forth in the well
When the ball lost its bounce, her eyes bawl

Logan Robertson

10/04/2019
9/9/5/5/9

Sally's the love of my life I never had. So I can only imagine her spell on me.
Walking the sidewalk
His eyes caught good sight
Of the throes of stalk
Hustlers of the night

He wanted a crutch
Someone to lean on
A women's soft touch
For his love has gone

As the satin dears
Rose at every thorn
His eyes filled with cheers
As soon his star's borne

He picked out a peach
For his picnic fares
A stroll at the beach
Without any stairs

Lust the price be paid
Two Franklin's calling
Such wishes he laid
For a brief balling

It was quite a show
Her a Barbie doll
Dressed down for his dough
Taking care of his roll

When it was all done
His whistle's alive
His meat had some bone
Men's crutches she'll strive

Logan Robertson

10/19/2019
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