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Lora H A Apr 2018
In the silence of the night
translating is a skill.
That keeps you
aware of stranger“s rudeness.

When I ask,
Did I lost my home?
I mean,
Did I lost myself?

People“s looks,
feels like an island of winter sun.
That makes me dream
about the freedom of wander.

There is no place more lonely
than paradise.
I walked carefully
to avoid myself.

Roaming the world
has been my escape.
Millie Apr 2018
wandering is beautiful
when rambled untroubled
I wandered into your arms
You anchored me with your love
reminded me of the need for a pursuit

You are beautiful
I lose myself in you
I open up my mind to you
I let my soul mate with yours
We are soulmates, its beautiful

I share my darkest thoughts and desires
This insight gives you the power I don't have
The power to love me for my flaws
a power I am yet to master
you are stronger

Now I run to you
To tell me how to feel
and interpret the jumbled mess
I can't comprehend in this head of mine
But there is only so much you can do

Now I am furious
irritated and hostile, cold to you
for not showing me the compassion
that I should have shown myself
in the first place
Raw thoughts after a heated argument with my boyfriend
ej Apr 2018
How
before you hold me,
may i know how you'll let me go

before you love me,
may i know how you'll unlove me

how you'll leave and
how you'll wander away from me

in that way, i won't get lost and wander by myself

tell me how, so that i'll know the path to where to start from again
jonni inferno Feb 2017
in silence we ponder
the vast unknown
in darkness we wander
far from home

unanswered
our questions
seethe within
unbroken the cauldron
of our heart's lament

unloved we fly
from one to another
undone are the rules
by which
we were governed

unfeeling we break
the ones who would care
uncaring we shatter
the image they held

unwritten our story
unspoken our words
unbidden our longing
unleashed with our tears

unbroken the cauldron
of our hearts lament
undead yet un-living
unending torment

what if
we wonder unheard
there once was a dream
undreamt
undisturbed
unvoiced the call
unanswered
unheard
unspoken a dream
that once was a word

unwritten our story
unspoken our words
unbidden our longing
unleashed with our tears

unbroken the cauldron
of our heart's lament
undead yet un-living
unending torment

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Lora H A Apr 2018
Yet
My walls
               are falling.
I'm
       falling.
My feelings are wandering.
For some reason,
I don't feel lost.
                       Yet.
Ted Mar 2018
"How my mind always needs to wander,
Looking for a new and grander view,
Having to quench my thirst with the worlds passions,
I turn to nature to light my creativity,
Yet, you have a spark that makes it catch as well,
You can make me ponder,
All the worlds endless wonder.
Its you that always seems to amaze,
And you that turns my heart ablaze."
Bella Mar 2018
What do I know about this world?
What did I ever?

am I lost
am I searching
did I have found
and am I just blind?

The beauty of this world
seems unbearable
so tragic
so perfect

Do I ever fit in?
Expirl05 Mar 2018
A highly motivated of you is the one i preferred with
and your responsibility is the one who got my knees

As simple as pouring the water into the lake
Pure.

Look upon the edge of the sky
"There's a chance", i thought.
Even it's destined.

We all knew the sky was blue
But, we all knew where the dark belong to

It's all about the time,
When you talk about what you've got after getting some wandered
Axion Prelude Feb 2018
Defeat is my surmise; what wrought from even the purest intention wilts away by wanton ignorance

Surfeit, the ire of holds past begin to clench my heart with stoic nostalgia

How wise it were to have embraced such depth of heartbreak in all my effort's past; to see the light we must step through darkness periodically.. I simply wish I hadn't need to have done that with you; you were so bright, which lit my path clearly for the first time ever

"two threads cut from the same cloth"

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Intellectualism is dead
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