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3purplepebbles Dec 2017
The love of The Aimless Romantic reaches the bottoms of the oceans

The love of The Aimless Romantic reaches the stars

The love of The Aimless Romantic reaches beyond all of these things and even reaches the things she has no knowledge of

The love of The Aimless Romantic reaches the sky, who didn't choose one color and didn't decide to host one thing and did not conclude to exist only above us
But is of many colors, but hosts many entities; clouds, the sun, the auroras, the moon, stars
and sometimes
we can look down and see the sky as defined by the water
There should be more
there is, but not here
Waves Q Nov 2017
Is a place for the homeless
Is a place you can hide when the rain is after you
Is a special place for the aimless
Is capable of turning good to bad
And vice versa
Notes
Lucca Roberto Aug 2017
Aimless as we are
Drifting thru the somber sights
Drifting thru street lights

Directing us to the never clear

Late nights alongside a fearful
Fantasy

I drive her home as her favorite melody
repeats in our heads
It's as if we've loved perpetually
And resented somewhere in between
However, the case is we will never know how much really lies there for the other
Regardless of ulterior endeavors
& Alternative societies that will
keep us mirrored
Whether it is one-way, anyhow.
7/10/17 1:51 a.m
~room for more~
Isaac Middleton Jun 2017
If you spend your life chasing the wind,
Eventually you will understand it,
But you must first be ok with knowing that it will take you nowhere----

Unless  you're among the types of people who feel like they need to be somewhere in particular----

But if you're like me,
Or at least harbor the least bit of recklessness that no one has beat out of you yet,
Then the wind is the only thing worth chasing.

For you will be beautifully lost,
Like the wind,
Searching the desert skies in the morning to kiss the side of a mountain tasting the first few rays of the rising sun,

And you will know why
And you will know that this time
Is the right time
And this place
Is the only place
And that voice inside your head
Is not you,
But you are a voice.
a great big lovely voice
Howling to the midnight moon,
And she understands you,
The way only the moon can understand.

And if you chase the wind long enough,
You will become it,
And you will understand.
You know what I hope for you.
Ekstyn Feb 2017
And until I find my North Star, I am but a traveler fumbling here and there, forever wandering aimlessly...
Dinithi Sulakna Sep 2016
The starry night,
the hue of colors in the evening,
the strands of light peeking
through the window in the morning,
never meant that much.
To us
who aimlessly walk
to reach a future
that isn’t written yet.
Endless demands,
dreamless lives,
hateful screams
echoes through the night.
Helplessness slowly creeps onto our mind.
Jim Marchel Sep 2016
If you want to go fast, go alone.
If you want to go far, go together.

-
African Proverb*

I can't visualize what life would be like
Without you.
I will never awaken to such an aimless love
Without you.
I will never show the buttercup's glow
Without you.

I cannot love
Without you,
But I will never love you.
Bring a buttercup to your chin;
Legend has it,
If it glows yellow
You love butter.

What is the target
Of aimless love?

"Aimless Love" is a book of poetry by Billy Collins, former Poet Laureate of the United States. This poem was inspired by his work, which is in a class of it's own.
gray rain Jun 2016
Kinda ironic
I write poems and find myself
writing about how much I hate English.
I don't want to read
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde again
or analyse a play!

No matter how interesting.
The themes are the the themes
and the characters the story tellers
but to me it's just words
No link in my head.
Every sentence is read.
Then the next,
makes no sense.
It all seems out of context
but no one realises
I don't know what the ****
the teacher goes on and on about,
it goes over my head.
I can't explain my ideas
because I can't make them myself
and I can't understand where anyone else's are from.
So I lead my self on a tangent,
that could go on and on repeating itself
that could go on and on repeating itself
that could go on and on repeating itself
but will never come back to the beginning.
Writing aimlessly
but no one seems to see;
it's all nonsense to me.
Kinda ironic.
As weird as it sounds English is my worst subject at school.
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