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I can't decide,don't know what to do,
I look around but I find no clue.
Is it some other quest of life too?
I can't decide,I can't even move...
Longing for answers to all of the questions related to life and future...
Aleena Apr 22
At night when the ocean is asleep
Hope comes through my window
Into my train of thought
I Wish for something
And make a plan
I Pray that it would be

I wonder am I the only one
The only soul that dreams
Dreams for this
And dreams of this
Because I always have

Do dreams only cross the mind
When it is dark and
no one can see
These very thoughts
that come in so deep

My dreams have come since I was young
Always hoped it would come true
To come to real life, my life
Thought it would by now
But I don’t see it anywhere
I’ve given up hope inside

The light that once burned bright
Has dimmed over night
While the ocean lies still
I ask a question
Should I stop dreaming
And just go back to sleep?
OpenWorldView Mar 30
When the days are copies
and pass by like hazy dreams.

Then it's time to reflect
and ask yourself some questions.

Why live without reason
and work from darkness to dark?

What's the point?
Simplicity. Is it the antidote?

To find new aspirations
by looking into yourself.

No if, no when.
Just you, just now.
Holidays. Too much time to think.
Am I having one of those days,
where I want to leave everything
and everyone?
Where I want to go into a daze,
and watch my dreams all come?

No, it's not 'Just one of those days'
It's not even a phase.
I am extremely unsatisfied and bored,
and my life feels more like a chore.

So i cry, and i sigh,
and get out my frustration.
While claiming I'm okay,
I lie,
because no one has time
for that curruption.

So i try to let these three years go by, as quickly as I can:
while I'm still being controlled
and watched,
as independent as I am?

I long for those three years to fly,
so my life can be ran by only I.
I'll have my own lovely home,
with a cosy fire,
all made by stone.

There won't be much company in need,
Not with all of my books,
candles and reckless sprees.
My house will be filled with glowing golden lights,
and expensive furnishings,
of all shades of white.

I'll be looking out of my balcony,
with my blankets wrapped around me,
as I listen to the rain pour and slide,
with a pen and paper at my side.

With my dog at my feet,
my eyes on the sky,
and my music playing lightly,
I'll always be on a high.

I know that's what my future holds,
as I won't settle for anything less,
I won't have lived until I live that image,
and until then I'll try my best.
This is truly where I hope to be, and these are only a pinch of ideas, out of a whole jar full of them.
Arke Jun 2018
We'll run away together, love
To the shores of Italy
Among the rows of grape vines
Beneath the willow trees

We'll buy a villa in Positano
Red brick and marble, by the sea
We'll dance with wine and moonlight
If you'll run away with me

In the boutiques and cafes
We'll drink espresso and high tea
The pebble streets call out your name
Come with me now, let's flee

A one-way ticket is simply frugal
I'm sure you will agree
We'll kiss beneath the Elba stars
And create a new reality
Sneha Thakur Jan 2018
I imagine that i could fly and pilot ,
All my hopes , with all my wit.
No one dreams to be a 'Chaiwala'
And neither do i.
Don't want to be called as 'Chotu'.
A 'Doctor' before my name ,
Is what people will look up to.
And i wonder now ,
If all those reservations ,
And all those scholarships,
Can lead me to my perfect way?
Give me something to aspire ,
I fantasize to have light ,
Equivalent to the Sun ,
It's own and the most.
Give my Wings , Dear Lord .
I need to fly up high ,
Don't abolish them
Or one star in the sky will be gone forever.
Odious Wench Oct 2017
Tires rolling on the road
Windows down, feel the flow
Just kick back and take it slow
Returning to the simplistic

Hands now gliding on the breeze
Rising and diving with ease
Like a dolphin through the sea
Back to simplistic

Anywhere that breeze blows
I will also dare to go
Anywhere that breeze blows
I wanna kiss it!
I don't want to miss it!

Cause' I wanna vibe with the divine
Have my marrow and essence entwined
Into substance translucently sublime
Back to simplistic

Anywhere that breeze blows
I will also dare to go
Anywhere that breeze blows
I wanna kiss it!
I don't want to miss it!

Cause' I wanna vibe with the divine
Have my marrow and essence entwined
Into substance translucently sublime
Back to simplistic
Declan Quinn Apr 2016
Pulled apart by thought, not horses.
Imagined enemies have become my saviours.
Truth peddlers work for free, liars require restitution.
Free thought is seldom without its price.
I am not always right, even when I am.
Is this wisdom or a pretty collection of words?
Ottar Jan 2016
Treads like fingers leave
prints on wet surfaces
in snow, rain or Spring,

Footprints take striding shortcuts in Summer,
to beat the heat, across the asphalt black Earth-
top and broken white striped runner,

Sounds like layers of
whispers get trapped
in the branches of trees
until the leaves Fall,

Wings, cup to spill and milk the most out of
cluttered cacophony and coldest Winter air,
silent above it all, my constant boulevard,
my search is for wings.

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