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nivek Aug 6
terrestrial footfall
encased in mud

dust meets dust
buried earthfall
nivek Aug 6
to gently glide through time
soul art reaped from silence
nivek Aug 6
to sleep at night and wake
within a future dreamed
-come true on the morrow
nivek Aug 6
a keyboard and a screen
no more paper and pen
times move on relentless!
  Aug 6 nivek
Karen
Soft blue winters mist
Frozen pines the shy wolf drifts
Ghost admist the snow
  Aug 5 nivek
Kalliope
He was somber for most of his life
Until one day, he simply said no-
He wanted to explore, to be as he is,
Not swallowing storms just to cope.

So he'll make the changes, and drive all the miles,
Blue eyes lighting up in the sun-
Feeling lighter with every breath,
His traveling soul on the run.

He’ll gather stories of a life well-lived,
Dark days fading into the past-
A history he once held way too tightly,
Now softened by joy at last.

Maybe he’ll sing after drinks at the bar,
Or trade tales with unguarded delight.
And though it’s all so wonderfully new-
You can tell by his face: It’s just right.
There's not a playbook on how life should be
Let go and follow your truth, life is better lived free
  Aug 5 nivek
eliana
Hand is falling
Everyday, I grab a pen or pencil.
With it I scribble words all over a page or two.
It becomes a pattern, a routine.
I read and write, every night.
Till I had enough.
My hand is falling
Change pen color n highlighter,
To mark up important things.
It's too much for my hand!
Hand is falling off!
Oh,
When will this end? Perhaps it'll end with I leave?
Or will it end when I've had enough?
My poor hand.
My hand is falling off!!
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