Oh weary traveler
How can you even stand to walk beside me?
I am but a simple girl
Nothing special
Craving for the adventure
That never comes
The sweet taste of freedom
Fresh on my lips
Not today, not ever
I walk down a familiar path
Hoping to find an unexpected turn
I hope to lose myself
But I just come out the other side
As always
"You will go to the paper towns and you will never some back."
I find this to be true
The paper towns are slowly suffocating me
Dragging me down into the deep darkness of familiarity
Peter, come retrieve your Wendy
Alice lead me to the rabbit hole
My life is made up of landmarks on a map leading nowhere
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
In between here and there, close to near-
Lies a place to see
Full of things unknown
Especially to me
A place where , you never grow old-
Where Children laugh-
And fantastic stories are told
A place I wait to see
A safe Haven for all-
A place lost in time,
Free from the fall
Leading to Death
The light slants through the trees-
As they run
Their souls it sets free,
Granting Immortality
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 10:08 AM UTC
Walking down a desolate road
nothing to my right
nothing to my left
just keep moving
should I stop
I know not would happen
Should I hesitate
the consquences could be dire
I know not what lies before me
all I know is the past
the past is like a surprise visitor
sometimes the guest is merrily welcomed
bringing joy
other times the guest is a burden
weighing you down
making you question the things you have done
but you need to keep moving
remember only the good times
remember no matter what you do
you can repent and better yourself
and keep the hope something better is coming
nothing stays harsh forever
hold your head high
and know
no matter what you do
no matter what you say
someone is waiting for you
at the end of your journey
their arm is extended
and they are beckoning you forward
longing to bring you home
we are always moving never stopping.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC