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 Nov 2017 lib
soaringllama
I hate asthma.
I don't know what else to say
I have tried to write my feelings
But they feel empty and meaningless
I can't put the tears from my eyes onto the screen
I can't tell of how much it's taken away from me
This problem seems so small
But to me
It feels
Too
Big
Just hate the fact that I can never be what I use to be, I already dropped basketball, and wrestling has sent me into terrible asthma attacks. I hate not being able to try my best.
 Nov 2017 lib
soaringllama
nerves
 Nov 2017 lib
soaringllama
My heart pounds
My brain races
My eyes dart
My fingers twitch

Every part moves
Every move helps
Me deal with these nerves
 Nov 2017 lib
Traveler
POETRY MAN
 Nov 2017 lib
Traveler
As my Sundays
Begin to unfold
Coffee, poetry
And away I go
Just like tomorrow
And the days before
Got to get myself
Into that zone

Moments between
The struggles of life
Balancing friends
Family and wifes
Work and fun go
Hand in hand
I am but
A Poetry Man
Traveler Tim
Some of us thrive
On poetry!
 Nov 2017 lib
mel
Soul-freeing
 Nov 2017 lib
mel
(allow)ing sudden transition
is (the) Soul-freeing mission
blind the (eyes) of conditions
translate words in(to) vision
beyond looking we (listen)
allow the eyes to listen
 Nov 2017 lib
kyss
Things they say
 Nov 2017 lib
kyss
people say things
without thinking
and they finish
all of their sentences with
just kidding
and they may think
nothing of it
but whatever they say
finds a way
to haunt my thoughts
for days on end
because the things they say
get under my skin
and they never leave
 Nov 2017 lib
soaringllama
Work
 Nov 2017 lib
soaringllama
I put in work for results
I get results so I can relax
When I relax
I forget to do work
...
I really need to stop forgetting to do my work
...
Maybe if I don't put in work
I won't get results
If I don't get results
I won't relax
If I don't relax
I won't forget to work
Therefore My work will be done.
 Nov 2017 lib
epedeped
my old stomping ground
a violent playground
where kids emulate birds
the pecking order
last one to the sandbox
goes to prison
blood, sweat and knuckle sprains
truimph, loss and growing pains
but i am not the sum of it
nor it the sum of me
i have lived other lives
so why do i identify with it so strongly
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