Walking Travestys

Joined January 2021

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Hello, I'm Sharon!

Enjoy poems from the past, and the present - all brought here for you! Thank you for reading, and thank you for being you! ❤️

Stories (19/0)

The Window
I can look out my window and see all of the trees hitting my house playfully. I can see all the little birds in my bush
By Walking Travestys3 years ago in Poets
One Last Day
Treacherous people tear apart our world, leaving us in digressions. All trying to fix the world, All trying to fix something that
By Walking Travestys3 years ago in Poets
Me and You
What is the opposite of two? a lonely me, a lonely you. Opposites attract, so true, that is me, that is you.
By Walking Travestys3 years ago in Poets
Imagination Station
" I know a wonderful place called Imagination Station, You can come on down, we'll accept your participation! Imagination Station holds all your hearts desires,
By Walking Travestys3 years ago in Poets
Finished
Moon light bounces off the sand, sheltering our homely land. an eye for an eye, and a heart for a heart, I think that we all should take a part.
By Walking Travestys3 years ago in Poets
Fear
In that space, darkness surrounds me like a blanket, no way in, and no way out, why is my life standing still? Out of the dark comes someone smiling, someone who cares?
By Walking Travestys3 years ago in Poets
The Rose
A single rose withers, sitting on a shelf. The old man whom tended it, died of a broken heart. His lover of the moon and stars,
By Walking Travestys3 years ago in Poets
Beach
Click. Time freezes in a second as my finger lay, lay on the button of my camera, looking, looking through a tiny box as He smiles back at me.
By Walking Travestys3 years ago in Poets
Hope
People used to tell me that my body was my home. That the house I grew up in didn't matter as long as I was happy with the home I made inside myself.
By Walking Travestys3 years ago in Poets
Glass Me-Nagerie
The simplicity of opening my eyes. learning to see for the first time, I was just a babe in women's clothing - a babe without guidance.
By Walking Travestys3 years ago in Poets
Contradiction
I cannot touch your soul anymore. The wind has chapped your lips, traveled through the creases in your skin and buried itself within you.
By Walking Travestys3 years ago in Poets
Addiction
How do you convince a drowning man to stand when you don't have control of his legs? How can you explain the brilliance of the sun
By Walking Travestys3 years ago in Poets

Walking Travestys

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The Window

One Last Day

Me and You

Imagination Station

Finished

Fear

The Rose

Beach

Hope

Glass Me-Nagerie

Contradiction

Addiction

Stories (19/0)