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Watching the world
Pass me by,
Through the window of
A moving vehicle
I'm a passenger
But this imagery feels like the movies,
Where some serendipitous event happens
At this very moment,
When you are pondering over life
Through your little window
You wake up to realize that this is the real-life
A journey with random stops,
Varied stories,
Vivid dreams,
But unlike life, there's a fixed destination
To that journey
While life is more of an endless cesspool
Of unrelated chaos
The destination is not etched into your hands,
The destination is what you make of it
Well, maybe there is no point
In trying to get all the answers to my questions
It took me a while to figure out how
It ain't all that bad,
How I'm happy and glad
For the good times that I've had
Not all-in for always living in the moment,
Just trying to live more in the good ones
Destiny and life go hand-in-hand
Maybe I should not let my life go bland
I should take decisions and actions,
Rather than waiting for the signs that I can understand.
Rossyam Hadi Jul 1
We get on the ride
without any maps
or compass to guide us,
we create our own ways
and start the journey.

It could be dangerous,
but I feel safe
sitting beside you
as you take the wheel
and bring us
to somewhere new.

We will watch
every sunrise and sunset
while I rest my head
on your shoulder
and be your permanent passenger.

I want to see
the world with you,
we can go places
that we have never been,
seeing seven wonders,
exploring exotic and historical cities,
capturing priceless moments.

After the long trip,
I will always come back
to your arms,
my comfort place
and waking up
to your face,
my favourite morning view.
#PermanentPassenger🗺 is about when found the one that you can do everything together with - you can travel the world together and at the same they are the person that will be waiting for you at home.
Dr zik Apr 21
Lines on palms
to show the direction
Van to give the ride
to unknown passenger
Life a road towards You

Eyes to see the path: undiscussed
Ears to listen words unsaid
Nose to smell flowers untouched
Life a road towards You

Feelings to show purity
Sense to chain the feet
Wish to talk to own You
Life a road towards You

Vision to have your company
Heart to have You
Hands to solute You
Life a road towards You
Dr Zik's Poetry
ro Feb 1
in the passenger seat,
the driver's seat is empty,
i'm lost.
angel dust Jan 5
i am but a passenger to my body

                       i cannot
          control               her


when she is near you
The train roars from the station
I don't have a clue where I'm going
The Amtrak whistle is blazing
The hardest part is not knowing

The cars sway back and forth
As the blooming trees blur by
I know she was always worth
Every moment I was by her side

I am just a Passenger
On the train called life
I am just a lonely rider
Leaving the dark behind

For each long mile I travel ahead
Just a frontiersman of the modern day
For every ounce of tears I shed
I seemed to get lost on the way

I can tolerate the engine smoke
But I can't erase the smell her perfume
The train has no feelings to evoke
It just snakes its way from gloom

I am just a Passenger
On the train called life
I am just a lonely rider
Heading toward the light

© 2019 Michael Messinger(All rights reserved)
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2019
आउनुहोस् आउनुहोस्
छिटो छिटो

बल्खु
सानेपा
एकान्तकुना
सातदोबाटो
कोटेश्वर
पशुपति

आर्यघाट
-
शैली :अमूर्त
विषय :आखिर सहचालकले ठाउमै पुर्यायो
Cemal Can uslu Aug 2019
Gentle, polite, so nice and lovely;
The things that i would love to be.
I could have changed to make you happy.
Is there a possibility if you can love me?

But how could i change in one single night?
How could i paint myself forever?
While your heart is beating for white.
Maybe i may try to try; however;
I am the darkest shade of black.
How could i take it back?
I guess i am gradually getting mad.
But it's okay. I have always been bad.
But you've never seen me like that,
Just because of this i feel so glad.

We aren't the passengers of the same way.
The dream of the dreams come true; seems so far away.
Can i hug you for the first time? How could i say?
I would want more and more than anything to stay.
We can do that in another day; but it's not today.
I wish i could kiss you once, no matter it's place.
I wish i could be the reason of smile;
that on your face.
But you should know that; anymore there is no chase.
I'm going to carry it until the day i die; your trace.
Your deepness inside of my heart;
The reason why i am falling apart.
My first english poem, i hope you like it.
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2019
Waiting for you is like
Being the passenger on a bus next to the window seat.
No matter how crowed it gets.
No matter the amount of stops the driver makes.
Being next to the window is the best seat.
Viewing the world inside out.
The nooks & crannies, a part of you that is rarely seen.
Being the passenger
Lost in thought.
Waiting for you gives a certain sensation.
The sensation that there is something to be had,
building great anticipation.
Giving a chance to sit back & reflect.
Thinking the thought of maybe if not this stop.
Maybe it's the next when the driver finally hits the air brakes.
Being the passenger next to the window.
Viewing the world inside out.
The nooks & crannies, a part of you that is rarely
seen.
But eventually every bus has to make it's last stop.
No matter how long the ride
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