Tom 7d
you're cast adrift in
an emotional desert
of your own design
haiku #1
Here again
worlds away
I am adrift within the walls of gloom
come upon me like a creeping demon
through a door I cannot lock
into a realm I cannot reach
to test my faith
in time
my resolve to survive
and not abandon
the inviting entity
the passageway
the soul
another oldie
Mike D Jan 19
Sometimes I sit alone in silence and listen to it all
My ears perk up with eagerness to the sound of "Nothing Falls"

On my unnamed vessel adrift in space
I'm at the mercy of unknown pace
It wraps me in a warm cocoon
And protects me not a minute too soon
From the destruction, noise and fierce growls
The shrieks, the screams and distant howls
The bango noise, the clicks and clacks
From unwanted guests and surprise attacks

The cacophony swirls creating chaotic notes and sometimes can overwhelm
Thrusting me upon an unknown ship with no one at the helm

For a moment I think to scuttle the vessel and ride her to the deep
But not today, instead I’ll wait for nature’s eternal sleep
Written - 2016

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Mark Wanless Dec 2017
"Whence it came"

I see a modicum of dust adrift in air
Dry history indifferent
Whence it came or goes

Illusion perceiving waves        magic form
Body        causal effect being
Whence it came or goes?
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2017
This imminent death
browsing me
a scavenger with me
on the tide to the
center of nowhere
I stare into the
heart of fear
and know that
I will be found
Franchesca Oct 2017
mind, drifting
soul, wandering
heart, freezing
the whole being, questioning

when will one
ever find its way
towards a sense of familiarity,
a certain kind of bliss?

moments, fleeting
memories, passing
once the time comes,
will you be able to move along?

mind slowly wanders
to questions remained unanswered.
hanging by a thread,
losing grip of reality.

the presence
of one’s absence
can it ever be felt
by a departing being?

but one always wonders,
of what comes next
to the uncertain tomorrow
of one’s inevitable end.
Seanathon Mar 2017
I wander alongside aimlessly
Floating down a path like a half of chaff
Wondering what it means to be
As tall as the ivory hickories
To be as weightless as the leaves  
Or lost within the present pause
Where I am more often than not
Considered to be me

As I stop myself and start again
In wonderment of what I find
Alone in this and thought amiss  
I disconnect myself from the moderneness
And find myself here standing out
Tall and alone amongst the trees
In place where I need not create
The peace of mind which I do seek
Timber Adrift
Ami Shae Nov 2016
adrift in an endless sea
of doubt and uncertainty--
but I know the day will come
when somehow
i will once again
find me.
I'm not giving up hope, just not a great swimmer. I'll learn tho...
A single drop of rain upon the ground.
Like lightning strike that struck rain soddened earth.
A monotonous voice rattles around,
It’s face lit in the depths of the stone hearth,
One light that will forever show me, you.
Path burdened with unforgiving sorrow.
To a life that waves a final adieu,
There’s an endless number of tomorrows.

But then tomorrow becomes yesterday
With the fading “Au Revoir” in the wind.
The distant trembles of sorrow that fray.
Closed eyes of the once forgiving and kind.
An undying love ceasing to exist,
As a leaf on a river set adrift.
Ar Bazian Aug 2016
It is a matter of time only,
until the wind arises,
and relentlessly, the moments fall asleep.

These lonely hours pass by slowly,
bestow me with radiant fear,
and far more courageously... i weep!

The music shows me my place,
As weary as I am, drifting into space.

The lighten candles have thinned the air.
visions of my Eden come to me
slightly vague, out of vogue, yet fare...
Dancing among the leaves of autumn,
in my head, the spectrum...
Swaying to the sounds of time,
To a memory;
that is mother to all wisdom...
To the scents of freedom,
and to the plunders of prime!

O, how folly my ventures were...
Through the valleys of death.
O, how many passed winters there...
That have denied me mine own breath!

Good night, and good riddance...
May I please sleep!
Shalt ye give me leave now,
to my downwards so steep?!

A.r. Bazian
Edited on August 20th, 2016. Originally part of the "Diaries of an Immigrant Soul", Pt.20, by A.r. Bazian, published on in 2012.
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