#detour
My child
You may feel lost
But it's only a detour
Follow my signs
Then you will know
Where you are
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 6:37 PM UTC
Life points in all directions,
Each road is different.
Some roads we travel, we often choose to blame.
Why blame the path we’re taking?
It’s a product of our choices.
You can’t change the way you get there; the destination is yours alone.
You pick every turn.
You take every detour.
Sometimes darkened, and sometimes light.
But this road, the road you choose to go down, was made just for you.
Imagine, a straight flat road.
There would be nothing fun to do.
This road is full of valleys, and sometimes the highest peaks.
It might scare you to keep traveling on.
But know that this road doesn’t define you,
Or make you who you are.
It’s who’s traveling this road with you that helps you when you feel you can’t go on.
So life Points in all directions;
never judge or show any shame.
This person on this different path, may be experiencing the same.
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
Left is right... ...Because right is left... Except how does one or the other directional scenarios fair against the opposing opposites (that is themselves when conjoining as one "unifying whole")? Both directional options are just supposed to detour (each other) one way or the other (while seemingly going around each other again and again through countless twists and turns operable for success)! While also maximizing a different route, altogether! It's what makes paving a simulated pathway (so too speak) in order to free up space for the simulated pathway to give a better instruction manual about which way to properly (the next time around) carve my "simulated pathway"?!
PS... ("Which way"...) ...Is NO truer stated governing way!
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 7:36 PM UTC
My heart went missing for days.
For how long, I couldn’t remember.
I’m sure it followed the long and jagged road
of my past.
And as it slowly trying to collect the pieces of important memories, it thought I had left behind,
my heart was led to a dead end
and a huge road sign.
Wrong way.
I’m now patiently waiting for my heart
to come back soon.
I hope it can remember its way home.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
The meaning of chaos is a ”Disordered State”
Topsy and Turvy and somewhat irate
If your life is in chaos, it's by your own choice
Why did you pick it, you do have a voice
To be in that state takes its toll, I am sure
To come out of your chaos, will take a detour
Go ahead and try it, you may be suprised
Life without chaos is what is advised
Brian Hill - # 236
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
Take me inside you is what he pleaded
She took him to the guided tour of her heart instead,
enroute he met the grieving edges, the bruised corners and the blood spilling plastered walls
Dreaded and bewildered he left only to disappear
smilingly she locked her heart thinking about his unkept words;
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC
There is no passable route
to the eventual soulless rite
skidded floors,
frozen painted walls
enclosed in jupiter's rail
embossed in eyelids tail
contradictional theory
off the Savannah 101
piroutting our own soul
writing off our own role
state of devastation
lifted off the barley field
stuck in a time warp
the sky has been waiting
and turning and rolling
tired of never ending doubt
flung towards the soul
aghast with how it ends
the kingdom never arrives
but with face full of joy,
you rob everything off us.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
I see you have walked away in short notice,
Nice to know how much I worth to you.
Just another easy target,
Another girl in the list,
Another heart to play with.
I shouldn't have let you in
in the first place,
I should have known we are just a detour off the main road.
{ e.i }
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
Avoiding
Detour
Pretend
Ignore
Silence the
Truth
And ignore
The lie
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
Somewhere on the way
I lost me, you lost you, but
We found each other
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if you’re better off without me,
If the miles between us set you free.
I was holding you back, dragging you down.
Yes, you’re definitely better off without me around.
From a distance, I’ve watched you spread your wings and fly,
Do things you wouldn’t have dared to try.
By now.. I’m almost certain, by now I’m almost sure,
That me leaving you behind was your cure.
T.11.I
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
I'm looking for a hailstorm to run blindfolded through
For the sake of refief
A psychosomatic firing squad to save me
from this six by three square feet of dirt
that you have left me
I now drag behind myself
I have taken this earth
and sculpted it in your likeness
I am Pygmalion praying to the moon for love
but instead I get rain
and as the picture of Her and perfect summers
falls apart like mud through my finger
I clasp and grasp and gasp
and when the rain stops
I am left on my knees in the mud praying with open hands
my skin is baptized so clean my scars shine
Now as the pieces of a heart are returned to us
twisted and unwanted and rearranged like a Rubix cube
by the hands of past lovers
who we knew too fast and promised so much
but didn't care enough
to figure out our combinations
or to hold the secrets contained or the dreams cradled
in this human-sized box
I guess no one thought to tell them
that if you plan to be a past lover
return what you have found just as you have found it
and walk backwards
that the image of you walking away from me may not haunt me in the mornings
and I can make believe you are returning to me at night
but even the stars rearrange themselves
destiny can be rewritten
let what remains of my days be it's pages
in an infinite number of realities I am still happy with you
in an infinite number of realities I am tragic without you
but in this reality I may be happy without you
I'm kicking open my wardrobe and cleaning it out of all the shadows
I'm putting on a new jacket, a new hat
but I'm keeping my old shoes
for I will not forsake the path
all the roads that once only led to you now lead from you
thank you for the detour
I'm looking for new hands to run through forests with
new arms in which to build a home in
a girl to jump on bed sheets with
and a shoe box in an attic to bury you in
For this heart will grow and one day I will see
through an unbroken stained-glass window
you were just another piece of me
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
*Baby, let's take a detour
Just drive and I'd ride shotgun
In an old Chevy truck, maybe
Feel the water kiss our toes
The sea breeze cold
While you put your arms around me
Sea gulls flocking free
We'd drive again for a while
Turn on the radio, baby
And sing and sing and sing
Like we rule this world
Find a cheap motel
Maybe talk about the universe
And laugh about silly things
Until sleep devour us
Then in the morning
When it's still pitch black
We'd watch the stars disappear
From the sky
And maybe, baby, we'd just fall in love.*
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
perhaps we had fallen asleep on the train ride There-
now mountains rise where there once were skyscrapers.
an ocean floats where the ground once stood.
it almost looks to me like a ghost town
till i catch a glimpse of bright orange shoes thumping up and down the road-
crunching on the gravel-
flashing by like neon lights.
my breath clouds up my vision and the world outside looks much colder.
stepping outside, we are born again.
perhaps we had fallen asleep on the train ride There-
this is not There.
yet Here-
wherever this may be-
i find my eyes piercing through frosted glass,
adrenaline coursing through my lungs
like a shot of caffeine delivered straight to my brain.
i know now we are lost.
and still, I need no map to pave the way home.
it is Here-
where the soles that wander next to mine are as familiar
as the ground is not.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
I had been assured
God had a shrewd way
Of testing the sour
That paths would continue to cross
'Til I was able at last
To resolve
The implicit matters
Between us.
Time had passed
-- But
Time between goodbye
And the heart that says
Bon voyage
A second is eternal
I would wake up in the morning
Better each day
Though still in mourning.
I was holding onto nothing
Kept replaying the last thing
It was clear in my head
But when I saw you
What I felt
More shock
Than what I thought
was left.
Maybe I had to see you
This last time
To ferret out
Why you were never
mine
I was glozing over
Excuses
I never got
When all along
It was I
Who could call the shots.
Maybe I had to see you
One last time
A proper goodbye
After the one
You were not able to
Provide
-- For me to identify
And I was certain
I could never live
Without your shadow.
God made me take this detour
However I was now sure
It was the right path
For me to come out
Victorious.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 6:54 AM UTC