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Will Carpenter Jul 2017
My side of the valley is green
It is flat and the soil is fertile
My crops flourish
My livestock are healthy and strong

But when I sit in my cabin
at sunset each day
I look across the river
and stare through the mountain pass
and bask at the beauty of those green plains so far away

I often sit and long for it
How I would love that land
The beautiful pastures
And the luscious mountainside

So as months pass my want grows
I bring myself to abandon my land
and lead my life onto another path
I tear down my home and pack my crops
I heard my animals and I head out
I do not look back

Through my travel the crops deplete
And I lose half my livestock
And I myself feel hope growing thin

After a month of traversing the mountains
I arrive at my new home
And I plant my crops, in the soil that's not as rich
I settle my animals, who are not as healthy
as they once were
I sit in my cabin on land that is not as flat
And I look through the pass and across the river

At the beautiful green land
Laying flat on the countryside
I think back to where once lived
And I long for it
Saint Audrey Jul 2017
...
Resilient as you may be
I hope to find you as good as you were
When we were having the time of our lives

Tragic:
A never ending tale of woe
Bringing out the worst emotion
Erosion as the cancer grows
Over any limb no longer frozen

As if:
The diner is empty
Its nearly quarter to nine
Plenty of time, if you ask me
A new betrayal of the bloodline

Seconds pass:
The music slows
Departure of a soul, lost to Avalon
Are you still among the death throes?
Staring blankly at the wall, as time goes on

I miss you

Hey, wake up

I. Miss. You.


You alright?
...
The Writer Jun 2017
with shaking fingers my grip
slackens from the steering wheel

mind free of all cares
heart bursting with joy

the car moves forward
answering my desire

taking me somewhere
anywhere but here
Rebel Heart Apr 2017
Well life never goes as planned
And some dreams never meant to come true
So I'll forever be stuck in the sand
Though I just want to start anew.

A clean slate, A clean soul
With no past haunting me
A new name, A new goal
To live like I was meant to be.

No more bad decisions
No more stupid rhymes
No more dealing with feelings
Or any more tough times.

I'll keep my mouth shut this time
No sharing secrets or more pain
Be the perfect person I want to be
Not this broken girl gone insane.

Then maybe I can make her happy
That little girl stuck staring at the sky
And turn these useless words to something
So life could be more than a lie...
Part 3 sneak peak (unedited version) of my new lyrical journey collection "Destination: Life".
Please leave criticism, advice, ideas, or just stop by to say hi in the comments. If anyone would be interested in reading more parts of this, feel free to message me. :)
Druzzayne Rika Mar 2017
Somewhere around the globe
An earth shattering discovery is being made
and somewhere else,
a new chemical is synthesised ,
In some hospital ,
a life is being saved
and in a house somewhere far
A little boy is crying ,after he failed
While on the street ,
someone found his phone is stolen
And in a cafe nearby ,
a girl is sipping her coffee daydreaming
And at the same time ,
while along with some significant things take place
I sit across my laptop
scribbling some verses while I eat chips
Solaces Mar 2017
I drove to nowhere one day and found somewhere..
A somewhere inside of me that was always there..
It took getting nowhere to find it there..
And now that I am here, I will always be there..
For you, for me, for all of us..
Sometimes nowhere gets you somewhere..
I was always here and there.
koreen Dec 2016
There was a time when he and I shared the same somewhere.
He walked around the skyscrapers that always watch me and saw the sceneries I stare at every single day. He got lost in the same alleys that I know like the back of my hand, wandered around the streets that hold me when the city is too busy to care about a lonely girl. The same wind that blew through my hair that morning whispered him goodnight that evening, kissed his face like I wish I could have.
If only I was aware and already deeply in love like I am to him now, I would have blown a kiss to the wind and sent it to him. I would have whispered a prayer to the sky and asked it to guide him while he wandered around the city. I hope I could have but I never got the chance to, nor was I aware. Nonetheless, I hope the streets held him like it does to me when I wish he would. I hope he found solace in the city that comforts me whenever I wish I'm exploring it with him.
He may have found the pieces I left in the same ground we have been in but he never found me, nor I him. But maybe, hopefully someday, I'd get lost too in the same place he knows like the back of his hand. And maybe someday I'd really find him in the same somewhere.
I wrote this for tamia. Thank you for the three words, i enjoyed writing this while reminiscing the times when they were here in the same city I live in. I hope you like it and I hope this would remind you of him :)
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