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AfterImage Jan 2016
Wandering I was, but now no longer.
Captive I am, my cell bars made stronger.
For wit of words beat the enamored eye.
Unworthy are we to stumble and try.
For surely your tongue strikes like a lance,
To slay dragon hearts and pierce short-lived chance.
Defend your strong castle with unyielding wall.
I will await if in love shall you fall.
I never intended for my wandering eye to get lost in you and your exquisite mind.

-In response to "Vision" by Alyssa M Luptak
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1532225/vision-10w/
Syiera Rose Jan 2016
Sitting lightly,
Sweetly romancing me.
The droplets of rain dancing on the lake behind me.
Singing, the birds are loudly singing
Songs so sweet, they have me daydreaming.
Of when the time will come
When it is only you and i
Sitting side by side.
Walking hand in hand.
From this to a distant land.
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Brianna Jan 2016
Lately I’m obsessed with the black and white photos of the world. The way they bring out the details you didn’t think you’d see in your life.
Lately I’m obsessed with the hidden greyscale of my life. The little spots or blemishes I didn’t know I had in between the cracks of my mind.

Lately I’m obsessed with knowing all I can know about how to forget my past. How to find those ancient remedies or dark coffees and fruity teas that will stop the pain in my heart for a little while.

Even though these obsessions seem so tiny compared to my big thoughts and wild dreams.. I can’t stop thinking of what’s next. Mystery lies on the horizon of my new obsession & how I will handle it.
Brianna Jan 2016
One day I want to see you at my door telling me the things you never told me before. One day, probably a long time from now, I hope we meet again. On the same plane to some foreign city or the train across the country. But... If that doesn't happen I hope you remember our stories.

And one day maybe when you're grey and frail and your body is giving out on you... You'll think back to when you were young. You will think back to high school and all those days after will crash back into you. You'll think about love and pain and laughter and tears. You'll think about traveling and who came and went.

And one day, a long time from now I'm sure, you'll remember the girl you left in your hometown. You'll think about her and where she's at and how she's been. You'll ask your wife about her first love and tell her all about yours. Your kids will fall in love and ask about your heart breaks and tragedies.

And one day you'll tell them.
You'll tell them you didn't really know much but you knew about her. You knew that some people were meant to fall in love and not be together.
Loveless Dec 2015
Infinite in mystery
Is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus
And take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul
Knows no rest
The second part of the poem LOVELESS
My interpretation
The gift of the goddess
Is mysterious
In pursuit of this gift
We take the flight
Within the core of the heart
A hopeless wanderer flow
Like ripples to waves
Come forth the dreams below

All parts have various different interpretition

Third part
hellopoetry.com/poem/1497829/loveless-act-ii/
Sasha Dec 2015
I wish I was the wandering souls that escape from your coffee cup every morning. The ones that get pressed upon your cigarette stained lips.
Wellington Smith Nov 2015
On and on we wander,
Oblivious to what we find,
Meandering through the mazes and labyrinths
Of the unbroken mind..
Brianna Sep 2015
Shimmering mountain and bright lakes call my name into the great unknown.
I have wandered to far to get caught in a crossroads with no right answer.

If I go right towards society my life will be scattered and I will fall back into the viciousness of routine. I will fall backwards towards the life I ran away from.

If I go left I will find the wild trees growing into the clouds and the forest ground covered in moss. I will eventually hit the ocean where I can sit upon soft white sand wishing for sunsets with answers.

If I turn around and go back the way I came... Well ... I suppose I will have made this journey for no reason except to get lost. I will have wasted valuable time most would say.

But who said at a cross roads you had to pick a path already created for you? Who said you couldn't... I don't know, make your own path?

Bright, shining water and clouds so white and scattered across the sky like your favorite watercolor. I said forget the norm and made a new path.
TSK Sep 2015
I do not know the sound
Of the train rumbling on.
I missed my time to board it
And now it is long gone.
I wander through the valley
Following in its wake
Hoping that at some point
I will my path retake.
But for now I endure
On this journey I want not,
And I have no single hope
Or any comforting thought.
I search and walk alone
In want of faith or friend
So now I ask, please tell me,
Where do the train tracks end?
Aditya Sharma Sep 2015
Do you want to save
Tonight?
And use the lamp like you
Say?
I see a raging river in your
Eyes.

Another bend to the sea
We swing back and forth
Heart’s in my mouth
You make a full circle
@ 3’oclock in the morning.

Wish you stayed just two blocks
I’d not run away
From a romantic supper
You know your eyes burn like
Cigarettes.

First in the woods and
Then across the canyon
I go down wondering
In cold like in eastern sense
Only to find you playing with
Pebbles in the silence.


© Wanderer 2015
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