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Oh No One Nov 2018
I don’t know who I am anymore.
I look in the mirror and don’t recognize whoever is staring back.
I don’t remember the last time I saw myself there.
It must’ve been a long time ago.
I keep asking “what have you done with me?”
Or “what have you done with him?”
But I only get a question for an answer.
Somewhere in my travels, somewhere along the way.
Me and myself stopped, and I guess I decided to stay.
So please help me find him if you could,
I only know the name, I just can’t remember the face.
None
Oh No One Nov 2018
Here I am again taking a walk through my thoughts,
And somehow always end up going down a path that leads to you.
I guess it’s because you’re a part of me, the same as my skin and bones.
I love you in ways I only have heard of in books, and only thought was possible in fairytales.
You call to me like home calls to a sailor long at sea.
I can’t wait to be home.
Home is with you on a cold winter day.
I’m almost there.
My muse
Oh No One Nov 2018
I sit here in the cold and think of you
I think of winter
I think of that winter
Now this winter is slowly approaching
The closer it gets
The closer I am to you
Like Odysseus in his travels
I have been peregrinating
But now here in the cold I remain
I am not done with my journey
I have not yet returned to my Ithaca
I have not yet returned to my Penelope
I have only just come to an Ithaca
There is no Penelope here
Here it is cold like your hands on my chest that winter
Now this winter is slowly approaching
The closer it gets
The closer I am to you
Like Odysseus in his travels I have met many a muse
But none could compare to you  
Their warm hands tried to warm my cold heart
But they tried in vain
Your cold hands on my chest that winter
Were the only hands that have triumphed
In that monumental task
Now this winter is slowly approaching
The closer it gets
The closer I am to you
Like Odysseus in his travels
I was lost for so long
I’m just trying to find a way home
I was once scared I may never return
And may never be back with you
The only way I could be
Was to think of us that winter
Now this winter is slowly approaching
The closer it gets
The closer I am to you
Like Odysseus in his travels
I have finally set a course for home
When this winter finally arrives
I’ll be back in my Ithaca
I’ll be back with my Penelope
With my muse finally at last
But this winter is slowly approaching
The closer it gets
The closer I am to you
I sit here in the cold and think of you
I just hope I can last
For my eternal muse
Oh No One Nov 2017
It's been awhile,
Since she's bid me hello.

I knew the time was coming,
I could feel it in my soul.

I knew we'd meet again,
somewhere down the road.

Here we are together again,
Me and my mistress called "Alone."
Oh No One May 2015
Time doesn't heal.
Time kills.
Everyday you're being poisoned.
Everyday just a little more.
You may not feel the sting.
But it adds up.
So live while you can.
The young man, the well greased machine, looks upon the old man with jealousy.
For the old man's working days are done.
He has paid his dues.
The old man, the haggard stallion, looks upon the young man with envy.
For the boy is in his prime, his strength, wits, and looks at their peak.
Oh how we love to wish for what we can't have.
Instead of making the most of what we have, while we have it.
It is the second greatest misfortune of our civilization.
If only the people knew the power that which their own minds hold.
Every individual has the power to change the world, but only a select few utilize it.
Yet people still complain about the problems in our civilization.
Every individual has the power to have anything they want.
Yet people are still wishing they had.
Wishing they had.
This is the most preposterous idea ever conceived, that you must wish for.
You most long for.
Instead of achieving our dreams, we wait for them to be handed to us on a platter.
Things do not get better until you yourself make them better.
So with your youth, live and learn.
For there are millions of experiences to be had, and millions of more lessons to be learned.
Remember in life individuality is key.
Too much has the individual been more worried about what his peers or parents think.
This is our civilizations saddest misfortune.
Do what you want to, there are no expectations to live up to.
Do not fret about disappointing others, because in the end, will you remember it?
But if you disappoint yourself, you will never let yourself forget it.
And when your bones start to ache, and your hands start to shake, and your vision gets blurry, and your hearing goes bad.
Do you want to look upon the man running down the street, gears turning flawlessly, pace kept perfect, and think with a grim face "I wish I was his age again."
Or do you want to smile, wave, and continue on about your day, because you've lived too.
Oh No One Feb 2015
Love is like a fire
Kindled and fresh
It seems it will never end
The flame grows and grows
It peaks and stays
It is beautiful
But eventually
The flame recedes
The wood is charred
There's no life left
And all that's left is ashes
The memories of what once was
Love is like a fire, but love, like a fire burns out eventually
Oh No One Feb 2015
Once we were lovers
But some how things have changed
Now we're just lonely people trying to forget eachother's names  
What came between us?
Maybe we were just too young to know  
But now and then I feel the same
And sometimes at night I think I hear you calling my name  
These dreams
They keep me going these days  
Once we were lovers
But that was long ago
We said I love you then
And now we only say hello
What came between us?
Maybe we were just too young to know
But now and then I feel the same
Photographs and memories
All that I have are these to remember you
Memories that come at night
That take me to a better time
Back when I could call you mine
But we sure had a good time when we started way back then
Bedroom talks and morning walks are how I loved you then
Summer skies and lullabies
Nights we couldn't say goodbye
And out of all of the things that we knew
Not a dream survived
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