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It should be stark
and unprovoked,
yet fight to conceal.

It should justify
its intrusion
by layering
new narratives:
each a wonderland,
each a poison.

It should spring
like a cat,
cloud like doubt,
evaporate like
cigarettes at dawn.

It should backlight
truth, fictionalize
history.

It should undo
reality, drift into abyss
with the Lady of Shalott.

It should lead
the march into the sea,
it should die gracefully.

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Even if you see
The whites of their eyes
I suggest you never shoot
A foolish person draws the blood
That stains their very youth

And even darker days await the one
Who betrays a friend
Unless somehow you’re dead inside
Your conscience will condemn

And sure, greener grass awaits
On the other side
But you’ll never enjoy a single day
When your life is but a lie....

But who am I to speak such wisdom
So sober and quite calm
When recklessly mind, body and soul
Is how I carry on...
Traveler Tim
Beliefs
Effect areas
Of our intelligence  
That sould otherwise
Contemplate logically

Waiting for
Miracles
Impossibly real
Stuck in caves
Where kindness
And fear
Come together
And ****

More than an image
The sky outside
Turn around
And run for the real life!
Traveler Tim

Greek in origin (:
Hello it’s me
Yes that’s right
I am May

I came here
Just after April
Left

She had to
That’s how we make way for each other
I will too, for June

I have days to keep
The Calendar, minds me
But in my mind
I am free

For the days
I have, you can
Do as you like
For as long as you have me

As today I am
In a few days, I won’t be
May you thrive
Be it me, or
May not
That’s how it is
Written on 27th April 2025
Unbeknownst to the human eye
The tiny frog, lived in the forest, anonymously free
Dewy, evergreen its home
Its existence it knew
In its ecosystem
It grew

Caught unaware
It landed onto the palm
No not the leaf
And that’s when the discovery
Made news
Until then it lived
And so did its ancestors
Free
Of speculations
Unbothered
By its size
Until it was
Branded
A new specie
The human
Classified
Thank you so much for the sunshine here, Agnes :)
the saddest part of dying
is what you forgot to do
the ideas born in lucid dreams
that vanished in the hue
the mountains never seen
the oceans never crossed
the poems written on scraps of paper
a lover's smile now lost
the tears you held inside
the chances never taken
the landscape of your life
an oasis now forsaken
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