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Justin S Wampler Feb 2015
Months later and filled with redundancy
nothing will ever be quiet
We're not missed much these days
we've been gone so long now
Keep wandering on and wondering how
no one ever notices the forearm scars

Tranquil waters flow and wash away
our fervent disdain and distaste
While you leak ideas we breed ideals
and I bleed tweed sweaters
already frayed at the sleeves
threadbarren and disconnected
Leal Knowone Jan 2015
I wish I could see into your dreams
instead of drowning here
I want to take away your pain
make you forget all your fears

in this moment I drift away
is this a dream or am I awake
if a dream, yours or mine?
search and you may find

I want to be inside your head
and slowly disappear
swimming threw the streams
that will soon take me there

is it a dream or am I awake
if a dream, yours or mind?
im falling, slipping away
visions fading like going blind

when I get into your thoughts
then i know your fears
you see my soul it slowly rots
I will make you disappear

for a moment I drift away
is this a dream or am I awake
is this real or in my mind
searching I may have found a sign
Drift away
Can you see, what? come what may?
a dream to be what do you see?
someone like you so far away
seems to me like it comes to thee
smiles from both, blowing leaves in a tree
a whispering wind blowing oh so gently,
looming over the sea
whose hand do I take?
as i whispered silently
with my heart i do cry
one with the same soul
do come what may,
so you won't go astray
a kiss from both
shaking of the knees
like petals of a white rose
blowing over me,
down you lay as we drift away.
bruises of blue
thy heart of black
no kiss mislaid,
only night from you
prayer to Him with scared eyes
take me away and leave misplaced
come what may.....

Debbie Brooks 2014
Lindsey M Dec 2014
I told myself not to be so emotional, and
that everyone experiences a change
that causes a drift from a good
friend. For me, this change
must have occurred
when I wasn't
even looking.
Because by the
time I noticed things
were not so the same any-
more, he was already long gone,
without a trace, without a goodbye.

Without a *simple goodbye.
About a friend.
MC Hammered Dec 2014
Dancing
underneath city lights,
jazz bands
reverberating, breathing in
voodoo shop
musk.

Soul
pulsates beneath
cobblestone,
wide eyes
peering up at
beaded balconies on
Frenchman Street.

Freedom is
coffee and baguettes from
Cafe Du Monde at
midnight,
surrounded by strangers.

Find me under strings of
flickering bulbs,
trading trails with
travelers.

Candlelit doorways illuminate the drifters, the curious, the backpackers,the Kerouacs,
the way to the gypsies past
Bourbon.

But not home.
Kenshō Nov 2014
Death is extinct

If I could give to you this frame of reference-
I would be stealing the one thing you were gifted.

This is a frame of reference that is empty;
Empty of concepts, forms, ideas, desires, aversions.

Here, the wind has a purpose; The day has lost it's course.
No destination, yet everything you wanted will be there.

This is where you are safe from other's ideas.
Here, the moment puts death into extinction.

This form you call hand, this idea you call mind-
Cannot grasp this nirvana, nor intellectualize it.

The clouds hold the answer.
.
bear Nov 2014
I've said that I'm a drifter,
I've said it for many years.
When the hardest time in my life started,
my bark was stripped off.
I want to be strong, like oak
but I have become insecure.
I agree with things I would not approve of
just so people will not chop me down anymore.
I need to be grounded.
People come and go.
To me, this means I have to drift.
I must not get too attached.
I have trouble trusting anyone.
I don't know what my roots are either.
I don't know what my real personality is.
I get bits and prices of others and incorporate it into mine.
my branches have been carved and broken.
I have become plywood.
Plywood that does not fit anyone's needs.
I have a hard time using words like
"Love" or "Best"
to describe my feelings.
I see them as reserved words.
My heartwood is getting stronger
but my heart is not.
I forgot I wrote this. I found it the other day in my notebook.
I add and subtract
+
These problems I am faced with
×
Wishing you where here.
-
I try and solve my real world problems, constantly adding in positivity.
In hopes it subtracts the negativity.
I lay here waiting.
Waiting here for you to call.
*Your call never comes.
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