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Mel Aug 2014
The sands of the hourglass dwindle, forgotten ashes & blooms of wispy smoke shrouded in wistful conversations. Thrumming heartbeat of the city and residual lingerings of temporary ghosts. Whispers gradually disappear into the vast mist of futile chaos. Lost souls wandering seeking what dreams may come.
Lord Reyna Feb 2015
I am but a soul roaming the treasured land for but another
aimless wanderer...

magnetizing myself to their connection
and they to mine...

a dreamer who thrives in thought of fantasy
understanding the true illusion of reality...

genuine to their sense of character,
in regards to the grandeur experience...

an amusing essence that will soothe
my soul with a tender touch of passion...

a timeless source who is willing to discover
with me rather then idlly slip and waste away...

to dance with the infinate energies
of attraction to precious beauty...

spiralling an endless motion of unified vision...
a learnerwho yeilds to all lessons
and walks away a wealthier person...

a parallel enhancment... my wanderer
Fidgety Midget Feb 2015
She has a far away look
in her far away eyes

She's a girl that won't stay long
she has the need to always move on

Free spirits you cannot cage
that just embitters them with rage

Let her be
just set her free
The soul starts off pure and humble,
unscathed from the thoughts of man.
But then we grow up and we begin to mold,
trying anything just to fit the plan.

But why must i be in a box
when i know i'm undefinable?
It scares people not to label me
they feel vulnerable and viable.

I'm not a punk i'm not a ****
i'm not anything that i do.
The only thing i really am
is undefinable to you.

And if that really scares you
and you have to label me,
then please choose not to focus on
that which doesn't define me.

I'm not the clubs i do
or even the music i choose to hear,
i'm not the guy i hooked up with last night
or the movie that brings me to tears.

What i am is much more deeper than that.
Its what i choose between whats right and wrong,
and maybe the special lyrics i like
from my very favorite song.

We're all a bunch of different things,
and experiences, and pain.
But to try to box us into categories
just seems downright insane.

i really just don't understand,
does it scare you i'm not like the rest?
not a sorority girl
not a hipster
not an activist at a protest.

one thing i will protest though
is smooshing me into a box.
because i really won't fit anywhere
i'm eternally, utterly lost.

but not the kind of lost you get
when you have somewhere to go
i'm the kind of lost thats wander
and i'm not really lost at all.
Not all who wander are lost. And if you don't believe that, then you're the one that's lost.
Bijan Nowain Feb 2015
Deep within my being
an urge to get up and go
Innate fondness to journey
a need, a want, to not sit still
Searching, seeking new places
acquiesced desire to rove
Roamer, explorer, nomad
impulsive necessity to travel
The lust to wander
Brianna Jan 2015
Staying awake under terrifying night skies filled with endless ways to wonder (wander?)

Drinking ****** *** and cokes until I pass out in this dive bar down the road from your house, maybe I'll become one With the stars.

I like the simple things, nature, the ocean... Well, but those are not simple things at all.

Driving through crowded city streets just to find some peace of mind and end up screaming at some guy who cut me off.

I liked the simple things in life, you, and me, us? Well... Those were Never simple things.

So tonight, I'm moving on from *** to *****. I'm praying to porcelain gods hoping I wake up to my head not spinning and my stomach trying to ****** me from within.

I'm clearly drunk again. Simple things were never my strong suite.
Brianna Jan 2015
I'm hoping one day we walk down the same street, maybe not at the same time but together nonetheless.
I hope you feel what I felt that day.
I hope you see what I saw that day.

Wind blowing in your hair, trees swaying so high above... Magic surrounding us.

One day, I'm hoping we meet again. I hope it's under new circumstances and new lives ahead of us; our past so far behind us.
I hope you know what i knew then.
I hope you remember what I said then.

Shy smiles, distant eyes... Beauty and serene wonder surrounding us.

I'm hoping for the one day the world lets us finally be together. If that day never comes, then I hope the world will only let me remember the good, and no longer the day you gave up.
idyllicrainydays Jan 2015
Isn't it amazing to move to another country?
Like no one knows you
And you're gonna learn their culture,
And maybe their language and handwriting.

It's amazing because it's like starting a new life again,
a new journey,
Finding new friends and maybe one day they'll be your family.

Isn't it amazing to leave the place where
the past that you hated so much
you almost cursed everyone?

Isn't it amazing to just leave everything behind
and be free?
i wrote this when i'm on my flight back to my country and i stayed in jeju island in Korea for a week, enough for me to fall in love to that place.
Night comes slowly
I am anxious to meet you
Your lights are still on
I wander outside in the moonlight

You walk out
In a flowing gown
Turquoise
Just perfect for this night

The moon gives enough sight
For me to watch your eyes
I hand you a wrapped surprise
You kiss me in return

Touching and yearning for
each other in a loving way
Kissing when people aren’t looking
We walk away
from your home
#night #anxious #lights #wander #turquoise #perfect #wrapped #return #yearning #home
Sydney Ann Dec 2014
'Wander',
                        a word for
Shadows                        like myself
~Shakespeare
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