Social Boundaries and Barriers.......
Walls of Exclusion
Force me to walk alone on a Path which,
Ironically
Is meant only for me.

Social Boundaries and Barriers.......
Walls of Exclusion
Force me to walk alone on a Path which,
Ironically
Is meant only for me.

Breaking on a weathered shore
The waves of time in tempest rhyme
Relentless through the open space
They’ve left my mind in a scattered state

The winds of change have blown this way
Across the void into my dreams
Upon the mountains of my mind
And through the valleys they do whine

The trembling earth beneath my feet
Shakes me up and all around
Gravity’s tremors wrestle with me
To pull me down into the ground

A raging flame roars in my ears
I turn around to face the sound
That fire that burns inside of me
I hold it close but carefully

The churning vortex draws me in
Its clutch is great and the goal is clear
I spin and spin till the daylight’s gone
And find no end to its endless song

There’s nothing mentioned that can’t be said
But the wheels of fortune can’t be read
The mind of matter can’t be defied
And the rains from heaven will not be denied

When rain comes down to quench my flame
When the earth turns round and pulls me down
There’s very little that I can say
But I choose to take it my very own way

This was a fun write in a serious sort of way. It started with a simple line a just grew from there. By the end of the first verse, there was a roadmap in mind but that roadmap kept changing right up to the last verse.

'I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.' –  Robert Frost

Standing at the edge of space
Where matter decomposes
And time is none existent

Inhaling the fumes
Of flickered out stars
And vaporized planets

Observing the frozen cosmos
Fixed in a fragile moment
Ziplocked still

Falling off the edge of the universe
Accepting fate and truth:
All things die.

maybe, i have reached the limit
the very edge of my soul
i was standing there
barely holding on
you offered no hand
blanked stare at your scarred arm
the very pieces of my impaired heart
i seated myself there
the road is getting longer-further
i could feel it you rush yourself into the dark
blanked stare at your spined-back
i seated myself there, still
you turned back
tears falls down the cheeks
"come back home", said shriveled-lips of mine

closer, just a bit closer,,
then you'll know .
then me too, will know .

maybe, i have reached the limit
the very edge of my soul
i was standing there
barely holding on
you offered no hand
blanked stare at your scarred arm
the very pieces of my impaired heart
i seated myself there
the road is getting longer-further
i could feel it you rush yourself into the dark
blanked started at your spined-back
i seated myself there, still
you turned back
tears falls down the cheeks
"come back home", said shriveled-lips of mine

closer, just a bit closer,,
then you'll know .
then me too, will know .
Nora 3d

the reins slipped my hand ---
or maybe I never truly held them
like rolling die
falling from the sky
the odds of fate
are far from reach

we think that we have free will
to do as we please
making decisions on our own

@journeyofdays

Thinking too much
Cogitating too much
Ruminating too much
What does It accomplish?
Nothing.
Fate has already revealed itself
The path for me to follow
For the rest of my life
Has already been set.

Dreamer 6d

You are the void. You are the emptiness. You are the space. You are the nothingness. You are the silence. You are the meaninglessness. But the good news is -- you can always fill yourself up with anything you want. You can always transform. You can always be flexible. You can always update yourself. And the moment of enlightenment is, when you choose to fill yourself up with love and compassion, joy and bliss, humility and respect. The true discovery is when you realize you are the master of your own fate.

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