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Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2018
Like a wave,
You crash over me,
Open my eyes with,
The calm of the sea.

Like a book,
Your pages read clear,
Sentences true,
Chapters sincere.

Like a wagon,
You carry the weight,
Of love, hold it up,
As your wheels rotate.

Like a compass,
I use you to guide,
My direction
I let you decide.
Another old one I edited. Much better now. I would love any critique or compliments.
Katarina Nov 2017
You broke my compass.
Don't just stand there,
Pretending you didn't leave
My arrow a mess.

Like you didn't push
Your magnet closer and closer
Until it spun out of control,
Like an ambush.

Like you didn't grind
Your knife into it,
And watch me scream
As we would forever be entwined.

Every time I look down at my compass, you see;
The lost arrow,
And your wicked smile,
Are staring back at me.
you know who you are
Thomas EG Nov 2017
I feel like nothing but a broken toy that's been left in the attic to become forgotten, covered in webs of disinterest and potential nostalgia.

Although, in this scenario, I appear to be magnetic and you appear to be the strongest, rarest form of metal known to mankind, to my kind.

I am drawn to you constantly, mindlessly, and I cannot control it. I don't always notice anymore.

It shoots straight over my head as I soar across the high skies to reach you... Following my heart, my ultimate compass.

North Pole... South Pole... How long until I'm yours again? I can't stay still, I can't stay far.

I love you. No matter how broken I may feel, I still feel immense love as my heart's parts restart, for you. You have given me life yet again.

I exist to tend to your heart's needs and join you on your life's adventures. I'm eternally yours and you are just as much mine.

So, wind me up and burn me out, I beg of you... By the end of the day, we'll both be smiling and we will remain. I could never stay away in the first place.
She's good.
Star BG Oct 2017
Wind on back
road comes to fork.
Which way do I go?
Indecision until I check in to
compass of heart.

The sounds of birds
become resonating key
to open senses.

Breath of intention
becomes path
for heart to unfurl.

Air surrounds
with fragrance of
“I can,”
sweet and tantalizing.

And then I take step aligned
in crossroads leading to dreams,
with sacred compass of heart
at helm.
Atticus Sep 2017
i follow the the misty pathway
in the hopes that it will lead me to you
my internal compass
forget true north
it only points to you
a direction i have carved into my mind
like the hearts that teenage lovers
carve into trees
Zell Jul 2017
I am lost at sea.
I am a traveler on a sailboat with not even a single hint of where i am headed.
The wind gushes and i trust it for wherever it takes me.
There is no map.
There is no star nor sun to guide my path.
I have lost my compass years ago;
But somehow even if the wind can’t speak,
I close my eyes from time to time and try to feel it,
Whispering and hoping that it would eventually lead me to my true north which is you.
© 2017 D.A. Barreras
Gabriel burnS May 2017
in the east
there is sand, and fire, and oath;
in the west
there is another plague
of the mind and the soul;
in the north
the solitude of every snowflake
can be felt;
in the south
the ancients are rotting
forgotten because
their stories don't sell
I wanted to make it cultural but it turend out political somehow...
north
find me where I'm most alone
before my fleeting feelings
turn to stone

east
don't let me turn the other way
if you ever think I'm slipping
hold my gaze and make me stay

west*
hold the coffee to my nose
the warmth smells like home
and keeps me close

south
don't you ever say you're sorry
for taking care of me
for helping to melt away
the ice I was meant to be

*be my compass
guide me for our sake
for you're already the direction
I want my life to take
The Dybbuk Mar 2017
My compass is broken,
It’s needle is aimless.
Where there should be directions,
Lurk the evil and nameless.
When I wish to go north,
It takes me to hell,
I once wanted a heaven,
But that man is a shell.
When I need to go west,
It takes me to void,
Where my feelings are deadened,
My soul is destroyed.
When I wish to go east,
Yet know that I can’t,
It takes me to nature,
And I am an ant.
When I must go south,
Or suffer pains,
It takes me to myself,
Where it rains and rains.
m i a Oct 2016
lead me, lead me

show me the way

tell what to do

tell me what to say


lead me, lead me

let me know

which road to follow

tell me if i should go
north
east
south
or west

tell me which path
will fit me best,

lead me, lead me

my heart, my compass.
a letter to my heart.
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