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ryn
Journey
 Sep 2014 Insufficient
ryn
Sun to set, to herald the arrival of my moon
Prepare my vessel for an odyssey, golden mast and all
Best be on my way, best be soon...
Done this a hundred times come every nightfall

This night, I wish it different, wish it otherwise
My head isn't where it's supposed to be
Swimming in the clouds, in the star spangled sky
Speaking of plans to which the heart would agree

Time is now, it's time to finally drift away
Let go of all worldly trepidations
Hold all unfounded apprehensions at bay
Be brave to pursue fantastical notions

This journey ahead, I want to immortalise
Don't think I'd want to turn back
Leave behind the pillow stifled cries
With the moon as my guide across an ocean of black

"Close your eyes and just feel the drift
Know that the stars are protectively watching
Picture your moon; her hands bearing a gift
A gift you'd soon receive, after much longing"

"Feel the water, like a thousand hands propping you afloat
Passing you over to more hands that lay ahead
Lurching forward gently, this ethereal boat
Rest now upon your giant floating bed"


I took that leap of faith... I'm sailing
Cresting and bobbing towards my moon
I hear the stars for they are singing
Lulling me by with a celestial tune

On my way, now on this nighttime adventure
Don't think I'll ever look back
Together this night would span forever
Floating endlessly in a sea of black
Its okay to hide in the shadows
its okay to stay in the dark
slowly filtering out the liars
the ones who broke your heart.

There is no way to know
how far you've really made it
until you see the path
you yourself have created.

I've learned to trust myself,
I've learned to hide the pain.
It's not shocking to find,
life is really a game.

So smile like you mean it,
Or someone may find out,
you're not so confident.
Just like me, you're completely full of doubt.
Put on a smile for them. They won't notice the difference
Be happy -
knowing that you're hurt?
Be amazed -
on how unfair life is to you?
Be sad -
believing you deserve it?

Be feeling empty -
knowing that for one day,
just one day,
you'd made me feel all these.
I had a dream of you
Remembering the way you held me

 I had a dream of you
I wonder if it was ever meant to be

I had a dream of you
Smiling at the sound of your voice

I had a dream of you
I apparently have no other choice

 I had a dream of you
A past life that is now just history

 I had a nightmare of you
Why must you be such a mystery?
Smile,    
        It's okay
Breath deep,
        Don't you dare let that lip quiver
Stop
        Think
    Crash
Don't cry

It's okay
        Just another lie
Mascara laced tears
        But remember what they tell you
                Everything will be okay
No matter how broken
    Apparently it's fixable

I need to be fixed
    Am I broken?
        
        Or do I just need a fix?

Love
    But don't get close
Hate
    But don't be bitter
            Don't forget to smile!

Back straight
Shoulders up
Chin high
    Now just don't cry.

            And most importantly
        Remember
    It's
        All
            Going
                    To
                        Be
                            Okay
Right?

       *Smile away the pain,

    They said it's going to be okay

               But when?
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Zoë
Write
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Zoë
I'm angry so I write
I'm sad so I write
I'm happy so I write
I'm scared so I write
I'm confused so I write
Although nobody knows how I feel
I've let it all go
Through my fingertips
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?
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