#compass
Stop and rest for a while, traveler.
There’s a mug of tea on the bedside
Left out just for you.
I hear your voice in the river,
In the wind whispering on the window panes late at night.
I feel your touch when I wake from a dream,
Fingers grasping at my neck.
But I still see your face in the woods when the sun goes down,
And pray you‘ll never find me.
If I‘d show you the places I‘ve put you:
Flowering eyes in the painting I did when the moon was full;
The spilled ink stained on my hands;
Peach chapstick I can’t seem to put away.
If you could see where I’d have sprinkled your ashes,
Had you not been swallowed by the waves,
You never knew the ocean like I did,
But I still can’t seem to look its way.
We used to lay on the floor
Your svelte form in the imprint of my life.
We used to watch the coyotes cross the street
And grip our dusted keychains tighter.
We used to spend weeks away from the world,
Just us and the trail.
There’s a mug left out by the bedside,
Sitting on your favorite book.
There’s a waterlogged compass,
Stuck pinned up on the wall.
There’s an empty space next to mine,
So stop and stay for a while.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 12:49 AM UTC
Life is a journey, unique to each of us.
Some rush ahead,
hoping to arrive quicker,
only to find
the destination was never the goal.
Led by stress and greed,
they miss the beauty along the way.
Others take and take,
filling an endless emptiness,
leaving only destruction in their wake.
Unaware, they self-destruct,
and arrive at their end
with nothing but regret.
Some are stuck,
caught in a traffic jam of indecision,
watching life pass them by,
unable to move forward.
Some wander like travellers,
carrying no burdens, claiming no place,
embracing every moment—
every breath, every splendour.
Like a host greeting each guest,
they welcome all that comes their way.
Yet all of us walk this road,
each step shaped by our choices.
It is the inner journey
that determines where we’ll end.
Will it lead to destruction, distraction, or tranquillity?
Mend your compass,
the guide within your heart,
and let it point to true north—
a place of peace,
a destination not of the world,
but of the soul.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 7:50 AM UTC
Lost
Aching in the Dark
(Cause)The compass of your Heart
Has spun out a few Degrees
Tired
Of growing Old
Lonely
Alone
(Yet)You never Forget
What is Real
In every Breath
That You Feel
Love
(When You)Let it Flow
(Its)Treasure
That you Know
Beyond
Every Fear
You'll find comfort
My Dear.
by Debra Lea Ryan
June & December Days, 2025
☼ ♡ ƸӜƷ ❀ ♬
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
I walked into
An old building
Vacant yet
Lived in
I opened
Door after door
Peering into
New air
I realized
I was searching
For what was
To be
There were
No windows
On the doors
For a reason
I could not peer
Into the future
The past
Was futile
There was
No knowing
Left only to patterns
Or engagement
I could stop
Walking
The corridors
Of the concrete maze
One more door
To go
What was next,
Solitude or sorrows
As I stood alone
I met the room
With nothing to lose
No compass for death
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
I walked into
An old building
Vacant yet
Lived in
I opened
Door after door
Peering into
New air
I realized
I was searching
For what was
To be
There were
No windows
On the doors
For a reason
I could not peer
Into the future
The past
Was futile
There was
No knowing
Left only to patterns
Or engagement
I could stop
Walking
The corridors
Of this wood abode
One more door
To go
What was next
Solitude or sorrows
As I stood alone
I met the room
With nothing to lose
No compass for death
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 9:23 AM UTC
genetic & embedded in both
the left and right brains and
heart muscles, pores and parts
that participate in the body’s
daily ritual colloquium regarding
the necessary amount of magic
needed, upkeep required,
to please the Lord,
whose designers were
co~missioned,
tasked-to make a self healing
being, with a reasonable shelf
life but with built-in imperfections
and to struggle and to
*honor that idea that we born blind
and our goal is
learning to see,
envision
our better*
version
the
correct redirection of
constant course corrections
using the
secret compass chord
playing on the harp of our
heart strings
<•>
903am
1/23/25
on a day of addition and sub traction
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 6:07 AM UTC
once you take that first step down the path
the decision has been set upon and you cannot go back
now it is up to trust, that invisible demon or angel in waiting
right or wrong the pendulum will swing in either direction
time a curse or a blessing guided by a compass
beholden to no one it has its own destiny
for love once betrayed is a vengeful enemy
setting off a cornucopia of storms of anger
unleashing the torments only goddesses can bestow
their ire ****** forth like a thunderous lighting strike
wishing to smite those that have broken her heart
there is no hiding from the maelstrom your betrayal has unleashed
bringing embarrassment to those that inhabit castles
a dire misjudgment in a moment of voluptuous temptation
is there now regret to having succumbed to human wontedness
it would appear so, hands now tied striding towards the inevitable
step by step moving closer to the sentence handed down
the walled fortress now a corral with no escape
and then I am there, she and a legion of men in waiting
a gilded sword sharp as any in the kingdom prepared
her golden hair blowing in the wind, delicate features revealed
utter beauty astonishing in the backdrop of a scorching sun
how could I have traded this for a night of passion with another
now I am pushed down to kneel before her my heart racing wildly
she is judge and jury and as she draws back the sword
I wonder if there is one morsel of sympathy in her repertoire
so I close my eyes and ponder why has my lust brought me here
all the whilst listening for the whoosh that will end my days or not
Andreas Simic©
Apr 30, 2022
Apr 30, 2022 at 8:50 PM UTC
You are the needle
To my compass
Where you go
I will follow
Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 1:49 PM UTC
you glisten in the sunlight,
and glow in the moonlight,
you're my compass,
my direction in life,
the beat in my heart,
and the sparkle in my eyes.
Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 12:47 AM UTC
like a compass that has lost north
spinning without pattern, without end
my heart races erratically, unmoored
by just the soft touch of your hand
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 11:00 PM UTC
In the end it was never the destination that mattered
It was our journey and memories that were the key
Instead of dreams it was glass ceilings shattered
No regrets are had by me
We did it all our way in the face of those who couldn’t see the vision
We put humans first and hearts make good choices
We fought through literal fire to accomplish our mission
And we never lost our guts or voices
I see now so clearly that we are the lucky ones
Looking back at so much more gained than lost
Living in the moment with you was the prize
Making our own rules was worth every ounce of the cost
It’s a little bit of everything that we get to hold dear
Sharing the experience with a precious few
We get to keep that compass in hearts forever near
If I had to do it all over again I would and I would choose you
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC
I've a clever little friend
who guides me to
a world of neverend
where all the twists of fate
are twine
wrapped around my compass mind
pointing north
or in
or through
an acute tangle of you
th—
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
Studying the wrinkled lines
of elder poems
on the topic of
the Four Directions;
however;
the poetics of
haunting bards
and mossy sage
always
spiral
back
to the
acorn of the heart
In this infinity;
a piney cabin
resides
inside a bamboo
forest
and Wonder,
She
sits cross-legged
below the
river rock hearth;
warming her palms
against the
irregular downbeat
of snapping flames
“North, South, West and East;
Trust the Wise Arrows
Aiming True
from Your Heart's
Quiver.”
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 8:49 PM UTC
Intelligence is like a compass, in that it allows you to go a specific direction but is only useful in the context of the wilderness that you stand within. Without knowing where you are and where you need to go, a compass will only help you stay the course towards an unknown destination. Wisdom is the map upon which the compass lies. That which gives sustained direction the context it needs to ensure the intended destination is reached.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
In the morning I rise
With a sun lit sky.
I turn my face to the east,
Oh holy Compass.
I take a moment to sit
In still silence.
As I listen within
For sacred knowledge.
This avenue of affirmations & prayer
Love and gratitude
Lead me there.
I take my sweet time
Learning the rhyme.
This message Divinity sent
Holy, holy, holy
Am I, and We, all One.
©KSS 3/2018
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 9:35 AM UTC
We get on the ride
without any maps
or compass to guide us,
we create our own ways
and start the journey.
It could be dangerous,
but I feel safe
sitting beside you
as you take the wheel
and bring us
to somewhere new.
We will watch
every sunrise and sunset
while I rest my head
on your shoulder
and be your permanent passenger.
I want to see
the world with you,
we can go places
that we have never been,
seeing seven wonders,
exploring exotic and historical cities,
capturing priceless moments.
After the long trip,
I will always come back
to your arms,
my comfort place
and waking up
to your face,
my favourite morning view.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 6:40 AM UTC
Streams— relay the slumber
Tributes to— the Waterfall's Sprite.
'Twas when— the compass— Dismantled
As the bedrocks gruel— Distort the ledge,
Confronted by— tidal waves;—
Imbued the Crush— of a Carapace
That let the Visions— Sprout;—
Abandoned— With the Barriers..
So long,— I do not know..
Sights— Times— are enclosing
Onto the lost,— And the Seafloor sinks
Slowly— Diminishing— The Sirens' Call..
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
Departure!
Raise the anchor
and raise the sail
Now the wind blows
Two compasses
inside of me
turn their lights on
The first one tells
where to go
by private signals
The second one
interprets the stories
from the sun, stars, sea, and the wind
Decoding the two
from inner voice
and from the world
I decide
to turn the prow
adventure is there
How big the sea
Can't resist
the wind and waves in front
By drifting
and grounding
learned from the past
But being friends
with wind and waves
weaving own rhythm
New route appears
in each moment
to an unknown world
Seeing the land
lower the sail
and descend the anchor
Earth fertilises
the sailor's soul
to go back to the sea
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
There's no way I can go back
For I had lost track and broke my compass
One step and I'm lost
One turn and I'm stuck
There's no way I can be strong
For I am a tower of cards
One blow and I fall
One shake and I break
Maybe someone could bring me light
Perhaps a dint of love can help me get by
Maybe there's love in love
But there's no love in the love that I know
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 1:32 PM UTC
At my worst, you taught me
how to feel again,
brought me places I thought
had already ceased to exist,
now I miss them.
I miss them all the time.
Without my compass, my guide
all I have are these thoughts.
Eyes aimlessly searching for trails
in undergrown forests,
hopelessly lost.
You could have left me
the way you found me:
a screen door that only knows how to open,
a playground swing causing accidents,
a walking precaution,
a sink hole trying to grow a heart,
something inherently broken,
something with missing parts.
But, you didn't.
You mended the hinges,
you took down the warning signs,
grew an entire meadow of wildflowers—
you patched me up with your love.
My cup is brimming,
and I no longer know
where else to pour.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
I feel like a
Lost compass
Spinning out of control
Not knowing where
True north is
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 2:27 PM UTC
Title; I wish I had a compass for time
I have an itch for the May bug
But February is taking too long
It's dragging it's knuckles along the pebbles
July a distant song
I wish I had a compass for time
I wish everything in life just rhymed
My vehicle begins to cough
It forgot about hibination
In its haste to go wilderness wild
Across a sunlit destination
I wish I had a compass for time
I wish all the **** in life was fine
How her flowers create and bloom
through the crisp, deep white snow
Metamorphosis inside out
Back-to-front wings gingerly glow
I wish I had a compass for time
I wish it would fall back in line.
Starlings murmur and dance
through hail grazed stormy rage
Flying south a mattered memory
They broke out of nature's cage
I wish I had a compass for time
I wish the chimes would learn to mime
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 3:04 AM UTC
Intelligence is like a compass, in that it allows you to go a specific direction but is only useful in the context of the wilderness that you stand within. Without knowing where you are and where you are going, a compass will only help you stay the course towards an unknown destination. Wisdom is the map upon which the compass lies, that which gives sustained direction the context it needs to ensure the intended destination is reached.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC