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Our complexity is what we think
separates us from everyone else,
our vivid dreams seem so different
yet ultimately meant to collapse into one.
Random thoughts for a crowd-less world.
Hannah Jones Nov 2020
Everyone
is living out
their own brand
of mediocrity--
nothing stellar
occurs outside of
humble parts
coming together
and turning into
stardust.
Sometimes my heart breaks when I recall that the people in my life aren't any better or worse off than I am, and that the small moments are what make my heart long for eternity. We'll be alright.
paschelco Oct 2020
I realized I wasn't numb because I still had feelings for her ,
it was because I genuinely didn't have feelings for you .
It took months of contemplation and a life buzzed car ride for me to realize that I was numb with you... I just didn't feel the same .
as I felt freedom driving home with a smile plastered to my face ,
singing as if every car sondering by was an audience member ,
I called you and felt small .
I realized that the top of the world wasn't with you .
I rather be the front page for a day than a back clip ad for an eternity and I think that is who you wanted me to be...
a background running tab in your life .
and maybe I'm a fool for thinking I was going to be otherwise .
but I saw dreams in you ,
I had hope in you .
Isabella Sep 2020
Behind every set
Of beautiful, glossy eyes
There's a whole story
based on the new word i discovered, "sonder". a poem with that title will be coming soon <3
Marmaelady Aug 2020
I remember several months ago
I met a guard by a waiting shed
As I waited for my dad to pick me up from the pier
His name, I've already forgotten
He was around his 40s, or 50s
Childless, if I remember
Had a tough life
Graduated in International Relations
Came from a well to do Chinese family
Yet all came crashing down so soon
After a few decisions then and there
He spoke to me in English
We talked for awhile
He said, people usually looked down
On guards like him
Thinking they were uneducated
They couldn't possibly have interesting lives
And at that moment I realized
People pass by every single day
Without giving them second glances
Without realizing they're human too
With stories as exciting as those in screens.

My father arrives to pick me up.
I stand up, glance at the guard and my father, and I see -

Life is truly spectacular.

As I sit by the passenger seat and drive  away
The scenery changing before my eyes
I wonder if I was the first person to just sit down
And listen
I wonder how many sat down by that waiting shed before I did
Listening to his story
And I wonder how many have since then and will continue to
Listen
I wonder if I'll ever pass by him again
I wonder where he is right now
Is he still by that waiting shed?
Did he ever get a child?
Does he still remember me?
Was it perhaps all a dream I made up?
Who knows?

I wonder with glee and sadness
Knowing there are billions out there
With stories I will never know.

In my own waiting shed, I shall tell my story too,
Through my own fleeting life
Through the decisions I'll make
Through the people I'll love
Through the people I'll lose
Through these poems -

And I hope somebody listens.
A Forrest Gump story, don't you think?

People are interesting creatures. You just have to look deep enough. There is a story in every one of us, waiting to be told.

Sonder series #1.

Sonder (n.)
"The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own."

- Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
Henk De Wet Apr 2020
I read a book
The heading said
Life
I had a look
Blank pages
7.5 billion stages
All faces
their own places
So spacious
Fleur Mar 2020
The thrum of a city’s streets; the lifeblood of the foyer’s rack.

A simple lobby to most in passing, yet—to some—a trap of loss and lack.
A meditation on people coming and going in life. Social circles, stations in life, and how permanent it all seems when you can't accept the process.
ry Nov 2019
a million passerbys pass
myriad of blurs and glimpses of life
fleeting moment starstruck at someone's
significant insignificance and
insignificant significance
a breathtaking epiphany
the art of wondering is somehow
frustratingly beautiful
Hannah Nov 2019
My soul fell out
It’s on the pavement -
Sprawled, a mess
You see it
And your head is turned.
I want to hide it
But it’s out there
In the open
People tread on it
Still, you stare.
Nolan Willett Oct 2019
A heavy, inward sigh,
As I stare at all the passerby,
Each with their own lives,
I wonder if they think of mine?
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