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 May 2014 Fatıma
Amitav Radiance
There were ways and there are ways
Ways chosen by you, and when ways choose you
Different from the usual ways
Or the most crowded ways, which everyone takes
The pathways to leading to a way
Erratically, frantically, rushing towards the common way
You are just another one amongst the crowd
Crowded ways, where you do not get a foothold
Barely managing to be pushed along the way of beaten path
An addiction, to find the seemingly easier way
For, our minds have become concrete, like the pathway
Concrete thoughts of about the way of the world
Trampled dreams and losing the way, leading nowhere
A distant goal, which is more like a hallucination
We sway this way and that way, influenced by the common ways
Becoming wayward, and dropping off midway
Clichéd as it may seem- ‘to take the road less traveled’
It’s now time to carve a new way, which is your way
Trust your instincts, and walk away on the pathway, to reach your destination




© Amitav (Radiance)
Find your way in this crowd, to carve a niche to reach your goal.
People find people
that fit together with them
in this crazy puzzle we call life.
I have been analysing couples lately and the happiest ones seem like they were two puzzle pieces with the exact knobs to fit their significant other. I saw how peoples' heights played into that too. People tended to find the height of their significant other compatible with their own.
 May 2014 Fatıma
Mike Hauser
I want to read a book
That's never been read
Hear a gentle word
That's never been said
I want to sit back
And close my eyes
When I open them up
Everything is alright

I want to ring a bell
That's never been rung
Sing along to a song
That's never been sung
Pull back the curtain
With all of my might
So I can expose
Everything is alright

I want to see
What has never been seen
Take a long walk
In the hands of a dream
Reach as far as I can
The highest of heights
And pull down to earth
Everything is alright

I want a spot
Where I feel I belong
Take all that I've got
Before it is gone
I want to shine
The brightest of lights
So I can find
Everything is alright
I am hoping for a better tomorrow
hoping for a better day
waiting for everything
to be ok

Hoping my Earth will heal
hoping people stop the lust to ****
hoping greed is abolished
like your unclean Gods

No way do I bow
not to any
and I hope
I don't turn on you

Let me rest
take my armour off
for if I wanted
I could destroy you all

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
I dream of going far away.
Plunging into the grandeur
And the vastness
Of the world.
I am ready to leave this place;
I am ready, I say,
To be away.

I will write and draw,
And take drugs with strangers.
I will sleep on the beach,
Bathe in rivers,
And plunge into nature,
Away from four walls,
From screens and cars,
And toward greenery and stars;
Splendid laughter and epiphanies
Spilling from the ether,
Behind trees and over mountains,
In the silent water of calm lakes,
And in the crimson sky
Of some northwestern twilight.

I will wander abandoned roads
And drink coffee in midnight diners
Thousands of miles from home,
For the road beckons,
And the moon never waits.

The wanderlust of youth
Is nothing to waste.
 May 2014 Fatıma
Denisse
It feels like having a nightmare
It must be the sweetest daydream
But then, it turns to be a failure,
in the top of the balance beam.

Staying up all night with not so easy stuff
Being with that electric numeric thing without sleeping
Being crazy analyzing
There are loads of question marks everyday in my head.

This is maybe not for me
HE cut me down so I can see
It's not facing an avenue of broken dreams
There is just a time not to hold.

I'm falling but it doesn't mean I will stop trying.
This is one of the special poem I made for myself and for whoever read this. I have this special power called FAITH to continue with my dreams. As the Bible said: "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven" (Ecclesiastes 3) Dream big. Let Go[D]
 May 2014 Fatıma
frances
don't you get it?

I exist now only
as a name in a sentence.
"remember me"
like all your bad decisions
the regret that haunts you
as you are sleeping

I am the nagging
in the basement
of your cluttered mind
rolling about inside your skull
a coin about to fall
let it

I am the knives
in the wind.
that you cower from
but cannot resist
some kind of fascination
take shelter

I am no good for you
Pathetic
But my tears are mirrored by the rain,
Lashing me...lashing myself...
Pathetic
But the howling wind is my voice
I feel it in my throat,
Reaching up into my head,
Tearing carefully nurtured calm out by the roots,
Stealing my screams.
Pathetic
But these January gales exactly match my mood,
And somehow comfort, with discomfort.
I'm in the right place
Weathering the storm,
Wearing Winter's face.
 May 2014 Fatıma
amrutha
Emotions are like colors
Some yellow, some red and green
Pour them out on paper
Paint over them with black.
What do you know?
Emotion runs behind.
What do you see?
Nothing.
 May 2014 Fatıma
ZL
staring into each others eyes
neither of us knowing
whats next;
what lies.

I inch closer
smiling seductively
with a look of coy;
I have always admired
a good old boy

"Don’t be shy with me,
There is simply
no need.
Like you I have hurts.
Like you I bleed."
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