you're worth every mile between us.
I have made up my mind to
go an extra mile
Something that popped into my head an Friday on the way to school.
And I'm determined to do it all week...
I stand alone on the rock
restless from my long walk.
A journey I've taken for awhile
with pain aching at every mile.
I have finally made it to the place,
but I am alone in this race.
I have lost so many in this journey
and sadly it hurts me.
I have only had God who never left
and He knew what was best.
Now I stand on this rock just God and me,
and maybe that's where I need to be.
Walk a mile wearing my shoes
Then you can say you understand
What you can't see is that I need
More than just a helping hand
You don't know how it feels
To forever fail and fall
And spend hours wistfully waiting
For your favorite person to call
Close to breaking down
About to cave in and cry
Too doubtful to say Hello
Too afraid to say goodbye
Not quite fitting in here
A tad off, a bit out of place
Sad yet beautiful hazel eyes
Overshadowed by an ugly face
I don't know where I belong
Or which way I should go
But until you have walked the same path
Don't you dare tell me you "know"
I appreciate the attempts to understand me but you have no clue
How come we have to die
To show up in someone's mind
You can have a thousand friends
That all showed up after the end
Who pretend that they were there,
Who pretended that they had cared.
All the people standing over my hole,
I'm staring at you from six feet down here
But if this life isn't, why believe death is fair.
They keep speaking of tragedy
Being the only way to really promote peace
Cooking enough enemy meat to have a feast
But the enemy is me when the enemy is you
Both told we are right, both believing it's true.
When we both fell to the floor its only then we knew
We truly only have one life to lose.
Remember being kids? Remember where we lived?
Living the only place we could afford to go,
Spent eight years getting out of the mold
So when this anxiety and panic even try to take hold
I use those cards I was dealt to never fold.
Im not asking for a thing because everything
I ever had was mine
And if it all fades away that's absolutely fine
The memories are the only thing I won't leave behind.
And that's absolutely fine.
Mile after mile, bald tires and no gas,
Half grand car, expected to go fast?
Looking for help, but when asked all they say..
"Hot singles less than one mile from your location
Does these look familiar?
Your love is a fire
which burns higher and higher.
Started from some caring hands,
it burns throughout our forested land.
It's burned the country mile by mile,
and it won't stop burning for a while.
A basic poem I made for fun
floating smoke in the summer air
drifting along then dissipates.
the pounding in a head,
vessels pulsing and constant movement.
fingers dancing across a keyboard, to
incorporate a checklist of knowings and
the insecurities of new scenery
mile marker after mile marker
and you’re happy, but irresolute.
someone tripped over the cord again,
yanked it out and dragged it away
a moment, and a guarantee
let’s look and see, to be sure there’s something more
than a simple crank of a machine, grown
rusted and unmanageable over years
I’m tracing back,
looking for something
I think I missed it.
these fingers that hold my wrist
“please, let me assist”
you know what’s best.
I am facing gigantic obstacles during travel towards You
Which make me more vigorous and resolute!
O’ my Lord!
And I assume them as mile stones
Dr ZIK's Poetry
They say "walk a mile in their shoes"
so you can understand their blues.
But I have traveled all around,
hundreds of shoes upon the ground.
The fisherman in the shack by the sea
who, to a hurricane, lost his family.
The old soldier lying drunk in the gutter,
who saw three wars that still make him shudder.
I've worn hundreds of shoes, two for each mile.
and for every frown, I found a smile.
The young, bright-eyed child in the park,
whose puppy just caught a frisbee with a bark.
The young couple on the couch
knowing through anything they will be forever.
They say "walk a mile in their shoes,"
so you can understand their blues.
But if you "love a mile in their heart"
and you truly learn who they are.
People are like icebergs, there may be more to them than you guess.