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Traver DiDiminico
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My thoughts turn from the task at hand
to the task in mind
I lose my way as I
travel inward
The people around me
like a ball of Theseus' string
Relationships are the ties that
bind me
expression
I cannot let go
the hour sidles
but I remain looking upward
regression
I become my basest self
instructed by instinct
marionetted by desire
submission
alone
untouched
diversifying
Spreading wings like an angel of Hope
reality is grounded as I hover
my gaze extends
I am pleased
I had a little lady once,
But I forgot to tell her.
She smelled nice.
She left when I wasn't me.
I returned to find there was no going back.
Not sure I want to
Not sure...
She does that to me.
It doesn't matter now
she called me
I can sleep
I can rest
I can look forward to tomorrow
A new day brings happiness
My unrest has become calm
The unquietness has ceased
The rhythm of my body is in tune
with what should be
I am simple now
studio 725
vodka is a tough word to rhyme
i don't seem to care
sounds right to me
But anyway
Frank tells me how it is
while Eddie waits to
tell me how it could be
the train enters my window
and the loneliness alights
with little fanfare
i see the future as it has been before
relentless, certain and unenviable
countdown to change
3...2...1
liftoff
Carina feels in Portuguese, I write in English
I am aware of my body
Every atom glowing
Vibrato
Much that I lack
Naught that I need
Life is enough
this life...
This life is about you and me
I learn from you
You learn from me
We are better
A butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil
I kiss a Brazilian in America
Ne personne connais quoi, mais
We all feel better
My thoughts turn from the task at hand
to the task in mind
I lose my way as I
travel inward
The people around me
like a ball of Theseus' string
Relationships are the ties that
bind me
expression
I cannot let go
the hour sidles
but I remain looking upward
regression
I become my basest self
instructed by instinct
marionetted by desire
submission
alone
untouched
diversifying
Spreading wings like an angel of Hope
reality is grounded as I hover
my gaze extends
I am pleased
I had a little lady once,
But I forgot to tell her.
She smelled nice.
She left when I wasn't me.
I returned to find there was no going back.
Not sure I want to
Not sure...
She does that to me.
It doesn't matter now
she called me
I can sleep
I can rest
I can look forward to tomorrow
A new day brings happiness
My unrest has become calm
The unquietness has ceased
The rhythm of my body is in tune
with what should be
I am simple now
studio 725
vodka is a tough word to rhyme
i don't seem to care
sounds right to me
But anyway
Frank tells me how it is
while Eddie waits to
tell me how it could be
the train enters my window
and the loneliness alights
with little fanfare
i see the future as it has been before
relentless, certain and unenviable
countdown to change
3...2...1
liftoff
Carina feels in Portuguese, I write in English
I am aware of my body
Every atom glowing
Vibrato
Much that I lack
Naught that I need
Life is enough
this life...
This life is about you and me
I learn from you
You learn from me
We are better
A butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil
I kiss a Brazilian in America
Ne personne connais quoi, mais
We all feel better
If there was a chair in which I could comprehend, I would stand always and embrace the path
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But I forgot to tell her.
She smelled nice.
She left when I wasn't me.
I returned to find there was no going back.
Not sure I want to
Not sure...
She does that to me."
Oooo, that's so good!
"The rhythm of my body is in tune
with what should be
I am simple now"
I enjoyed these, Traver! Thanks for sharing!
And thank you...
I was gathering up all of my poetry to make a collection and these are all of the poems I wrote on here, not necessarily posted on here, but specifically, spontaneously wrote on here.
Cheers