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WordsOnly Jan 2018
imagine you are sick
cold
alone
sitting in a coolish train
lonesome
thinking of your soulmate
somewhere
train departs
scenery flahing by
thoughts flashing by
too numb to cry
ice-cold nausea
smile on the lips
eyes closed
searching for rest
music on
your song playing
promising solace
pulls and drags on my inside
intense
consuming
i'm holding on tight
too numb to cry
searching for rest
smile on the lips
don't want a song
but a warm embrace
too far away
too far
away
and distant
scenery passing by
thoughts passing by
inside passing by
too fast
too agitated
not tangible
elusive
too numb to cry
ice-cold nausea
smile on the lips
far
away

(original: )
stell dir vor du bist krank
kalt
alleine
sitzt in einem unterkühlten zug
einsam
denkst an dein seelengeschwisterkind
irgendwo
zug fährt los
vorbeisausende landschaften
vorbeisausende gedanken
zu taub zum weinen
eiskalte übelkeit
lächeln auf den lippen
augen geschlossen
ruhe suchend
musik an
lied von dir
trost verheißend
zieht und zerrt in mir
heftig
verzehrend
klammere mich fest
zu taub zum weinen
ruhe suchend
lächeln auf den lippen
will kein lied
sondern eine warme umarmung
zu weit weg
zu weit
weg
und fern
vorbeisausende landschaften
vorbeisausende gedanken
vorbeisausendes inneres
zu schnell
zu bewegt
nicht greifbar
flüchtig
zu taub zum weinen
eiskalte übelkeit
lächeln auf den lippen
weit
weg
This is going on in my mind while listening to one of my boyfriend's songs called "Trance" (he makes electronic music, see "Winter's come"). The sitution in which I listened to it for te first time was not so good, as you can guess ;)
Mitch Prax Jan 2018
Why do I love travelling?
because when I travel,
I am no longer me,
No, I am a series of me’s.
I can be who I want to be
In a sea of strangers.  
I can live someone else’s life
away from my daily strife.
I can set a new routine
in a brand new scene
and I can be far away
from my thoughts of grey.
Still, I am always under the same sky
Living another life, chasing another high
Yet it feels like I live in
another universe.
AE Dec 2017
Send a little note in a letter marked with love
And I’ll make sure I see you on the plane flying above
To an unknown destination where I am not present there
But your friends whisper words to greet you in the fresh air

Are you going up to Canada, where the people there are kind?
Merry places and happy faces are not that hard to find
Or maybe Japan is exactly what you’re looking for
They’ll teach you basic zen and how to search inside your core
Perhaps if it’s zen you want, India is the place to be
But all the people close together makes it difficult to see
Don’t like it hot? Russia is the land of snow
Try not to visit Chernobyl, for then in the dark you’ll glow
You could go and stop by at France to have a dinner of fine cuisine
Just try to watch your budget or you’ll be wiped clean
Still like it warm? Go to Brazil
And just when you think you’ve had your fill
Africa is calling, and so is Germany
You could try South Korea, just don’t cross the boundary
Want to go to Italy? I highly encourage Rome
But wherever that you go, I’ll be sitting here at home
And no matter where you go, please promise me this
Write me a little postcard sealed off with a kiss.
I feel like a postcard is one of the most romantic things you could possibly send to your partner while you're separated from them.
Alyalyna Oct 2017
15:16 13.10.2017
I'm a snow white from non-disney land
I come from a place which they call a dead end
I'd gone to a city where I lied in the sand
And though It looked quite pretty I looked indifferent

I made up my mind that I'd never find
Someone who deserves to be called the right guy
But when I come of age I strongly decide
A man only lives his life to fight

And I'd fought opinions of my mom and my dad
And If I didn't have a courage I'd probably now be dead
Cause I refused to live without something they wouldn't let
Thank God the've got such a democratic mind-set

And I've got a ticket, I believed it was one way
Though my parents hoped i would soon be back again
And here the journey starts and here's the track
The snowland and another places I went
And at last another dead end...

I ran a visious circle for sure
I took a lot of medicine to cure
Cause I felt i couldn't do without youth
That I've longed for so much pure and true
And eventially it made me sick and mad
But about this it's too early to be said

Well, eventually we met
Though we had used to chat long hours on the net
And no minute of our relationship felt bad
And I kinda got rid of being sad

And you took the photos of me by your FAD
And we went to different places hand in hand
I bet you never saw me anxious or upset
And you didn't show an anger or regret

Once I let you kiss me on a cheek
At that moment i can tell i felt unique
Though my knees became a little weak
With you I no more felt like if i was a freak

But i kept on taking pills
I guess more than I took meals
Like was driving with no wheels
Still you kept giving me chills

And we started dating
I'd been so much waiting
And you took me to your native town
And you showed me all around

But all the now and again i would start to shake
i was too shy and too afraid
I guess it was my mistake
The more the pills the more i take
To make me numb and fake
For all those people who wanted to make acquaintace
To whom I couldn't even pronounce a sentence
And once again i felt as if i was a freak
Strong by your side, without you weak
Crying my eyes out, holding my pillow
And waiting from work for my hero
danny Oct 2017
Zoomed right out
Insignificance crept in,
Getaway tokens tucked,
Pent up angst, unfurled.

To flee the familiar
Not doing this to cause hurt
It just has to be this way,
Staying is not viable.

Need new air to breathe,
New faces to avoid eye contact with,
To make the unknown my known
It's my goal and only.

In search of enlightened souls,
to caress my core.
Been loved in the past,
Am willing to think about trying.

Looking for new stars to count,
New smells to turn my nose up at.
The frigid life is no longer happening,
Dying is better than meandering.

Confidence should find me,
On what ever page of the atlas I inhabit.
Former acquaintances should forget.
For it is whats best.
Running away to start afresh but finding it hard to shake the bad behavior and thoughts that made fleeing necessary in the first place.
Anna Miller Sep 2017
I am pulled out of the party
by my own self-preservation

         half-sober mess
         wanting a little bit of space
         in this travelers' town

I wander the moonlit path of this unfamiliar place
barely lit sidewalk bleeding into waterway
aqueous reflection of a familiar face
pulling me in like the tides

I see the Moon

Tonight, She is half-full of Herself
Forever living in phases

         As I do

There are so many versions of me
I have not allowed myself to become
         for fear of showing off too much
                  or not enough

What is so glorious about giving up all of yourself anyway?

I look at the Moon
         My only comfort here
                  She has known me my entire life.
marta effe Sep 2017
I don’t remember my life in London
anymore

Barcelona -
tagliata da flussi di suoni come boulevard*

Stella is gone away on acid.
I trust her, what else?

Nat is Polish
but I thought she’d be Spanish

And Richard.
Young - and  a monkey.

Deepty will marry an Indian engineer.
Wide hips, same problems.

******* Italians in El Born
*cut by flows of sound like boulevards
To her who knows who she is.

I realize If you Donetsk in this world you don’t get,
so I thought about it Turin those nights away.
My mind would Rome.
As in to walk Cologne down Rhodes
my feet haven't wandered Faro while.

It seems you have the Kiev my heart,
Zagreb a Piza it in the Palma your hand,
Nevada let go but to keep for all time.

I’d been longing for York kiss,
Hungary to have you Lyon next to me;
thinking how Nice it would be
for you to Guinea your arms,
And wrap them around my Jersey.

Reno that in the Split of distance,
we are hanging on to;
‘We Chelsea how it goes.’
I Bern a little Kos knowing
Havana wait for those crucial words means
I don’t get to Hanover a love
you’d never get Bordeaux having.  

When Ireland and you Symi
you’ll see that I don’t Minsk my words.
You’ll sea I was never in the-Nile,
so Danube worry about that.
I want to Brighton your days
and Tokyo somewhere we could be
kings and Queens.

I hopes that where this Texas;
we’d be eventually
Edinburgh place to call home.

Gdansk and Lodz of love….


You know who
Anne Molony Jul 2017
I always forget how big an impact a place can make  
arriving unknowingly
the hostel you never thought you'd miss
the people you didn't realise you loved
until you're back home
sitting on your bed
that same 7 year old bed
in a room where nothing has changed
and your parents say
"It's like nothing has changed"
but everything has
they filled something inside of you thats still full
and now you have to go back to the way things were
before them
and until the smells, laughter and midnight conversations have fully trickled out of you
you're miserable
because you miss that special place a whole lot
Don't you wish you could just enjoy where you are right now?
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