#following
I am a wilting flower
Who awaits these long hours
For my Sun to return
So that I may bloom again –
But He has been away
For quite some time.
I hope to see Him soon –
And not only through
The bright side of the Moon –
Remind me of Your warmth, my Day Star –
For it has been cold here
For quite some time.
I hear the constellations speak Your name –
They wonder where You’ve gone –
I wonder if the other planets
Have called upon You
To shine on them, too?
I would follow after You,
If only I could –
But these roots of mine
Do me no good
In following after your Brilliance –
For they were not created
For light chasing –
But to remain
Steadfast –
So, tell me the Truth,
My dear –
And do not tell it
Slant –
How I should continue
To grow here without You?
My Sun –
In my waking dreams,
Your luminescent beams
So majestically shone –
Are all I long to see –
So, again, if I may query –
Will You be there
When I wake?
I ask for my own sake –
For I am a selfish flower
Who so longs for the hour
That she may see You
Again.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC
The feeling,
Of being,
Someone's First,
Follower is,
Absolutely elating.
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 12:20 PM UTC
I see too much
Tiny details into the fray
It frightens
Not me, but you
And what I view
Beyond your screen
Some hypnotic wall
Your foggy countenance
Deceives the herd
As they follow the piper
Though I lingered
On the periphery
Some visions were concealed
By your obscurity
Unveiling becomes obsession
Then I regret
For now
I see too much
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
who is following who
who is leading who
why is there such separation
beneath the layers of doubt and mistrust
under the government of ***
who is following who
Brian Hill - 2020 # 148
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
What is it you're following?
Me or a dream?
If you're just looking for anyone,
You'll never find me
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 5:33 PM UTC
The whole time,
I was running as fast as I could, consumed by the flames that only knew that they should whisper
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to just run
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just run away,
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that they should lick me
to get a taste
and desire me forever,
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that they should laugh
to keep me fleeing,
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so away and away,
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to keep me fearing
for my life and even
other lives,
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so
many
lives
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enough
that in a terrored moment,
I couldn't remember
if they were my own,
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and at the end of the edges
that I just kept running through,
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even though
there was nothing left for me
to see or feel,
nothing left to convince me
that safety was only steps away
if I could please,
please
just keep taking them,
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I was stricken,
impaled on
the thought,
the horrified suspicion,
some feeling bent on attacking me too,
the final flagship of my guilt,
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a death speech,
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that maybe I was leading those flames instead.
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Where should we have gone?
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
fire in the nighthouse
a lemon in the
fridge
you stand among the
bloodshed , legs in
the forest -
why haven't you
left yet ?
there is no council
to seek , no wise
matriarch , nor a hermit
living deeply - there never
was , it's just you
brother , just you sister
you must find your
own way through
you are lost among
all these copies -
people living their lives
as other people
people following people
following people long dead
what momentum stalls
your true spirit from
moving here ? what limits
bare their teeth as you approach ?
ra ! ,
you are fury and
wrath and recompense
you are cool green
intellect piercing through
the light of the
stars
you are deeper hues
hidden behind blindness
you are death
reaping life and you
are here now ,
ra !
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
Where the darkness goes
I will follow endlessly
Into the abyss
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 1:40 AM UTC
Somber is the one who follows,
In shade is the one behind the traveler on his journey,
In darkness is what is left behind that mountain of the setting sun,
Not to be illuminated is the golden rule, not to see the sun a mission,
Because the darkness is inevitable, just because it is everywhere,
In the food we eat, just as well as under our boots as we walk,
It is in the wood we burn and even within our very own fragile bodies the moment we came into this world before we remember,
But one must not lose hope upon this tragedy of a shadow ever so infesting, as its eyes are always locked on us, waiting for a chance,
No, the truth is, darkness or ones own shadow might be patient and generous as it follows you even into our dreams waiting for a chance,
But within its strengh lies its greates upon all weaknesses;
Just one lit candle is capable of making it back down again,
Always keep in mind that love is more than just a silly candle,
Love can illuminate even the stars.
~ Umi
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
Holding onto something when it's hardly in your grasp,
Walking into forests when there’s thorns in the grass,
I'll keep following.
Chasing ghosts until the moon turns light,
Our hearts racing laced with all the colours of the night,
I'll keep following.
You keep me fighting,
You keep me wondering,
Show me the light and shelter me from the world outside.
You pull me closer than I ever thought you could,
No matter where I am I find my footsteps where you stood,
I get lost when you enter my mind,
The tide gravitates me by your side.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
For years to come with many days to go
The eyes that follow will show a different side of who you think you know
Although as truthful as they can possibly be
The eyes that follow distort the image of what you see
Every second is cherished but not as interesting
Every single day is lived but not always exciting
Every year shows growth but not always on the best terms
Did I tell you of how I got ****** into great TV?
Broadcasted to everything that has a screen
What you think you know isn't exacty what's behind the scenes
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
Time travels
Not through the bounds of time
As only moments exists in moments
The past is but cold seconds that no longer carry breath
The future is to be created at this very moment I write this pins it together
But time travels
And carries us with it
Like dazed passengers on a train
Dumping our belonging out of the windows in hopes of leaving bread crumbs to be followed
But only time travels
And tramples our footprints underfoot
Pushing forward
Mighty
Unstoppable
Unrelenting
Traveling unseen through the night
And as we are dragged along in its side cart
Without knowledge of our own journey
We look down at our present
All we know is now
This is how things are
It was like this yesterday
It most likely be like this tomorrow
Threading along a dimly lit timeline
As time travels
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
What happens when the wind blows?
I feel as though nobody knows
Is it the trees pausing to breathe
Or a body taking its leave?
What happens when the wind blows?
As the night draws in, it only grows
Showing the path as a guiding light
Only a passenger to its daily fight
What happens when the wind blows?
I will follow wherever it goes.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
they say bow down, peons
bow down to the golden cow
to the holy, the sacred one
unending loyalty avow
raised high on four shoulders
in processions for all to see
celebrate and cheer as it passes
with streamers thrown in a spree
send up fireworks in its honor
its resplendent glory extol
croon hosannas and hallelujahs
hand over your very soul
it's the be all and the end all
that's what they'd have you believe
that it deserves all attention and laurels
of course they'd never deceive
make no misstep, follow along
like lemmings to the sea
don't think for yourselves
now and then bending a knee
if someone says "I love that cow"
say it louder and repeat
that golden idol so worshipped
give the most exalted seat
place it on a pedestal
encrusted with precious jewels
that's what they believe it's worth
those fawning, sycophant fools
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
Hiding, running,
What’s the difference?
I’m still avoiding the danger.
Missing the “thrill”
Of death’s hand
On my shoulder.
Missing the weight
Of impulsive decisions
On my head.
Facing the music is overrated
When there is a mute button
At hand.
Leave me alone.
Stop injecting me with your fire,
Turning my heart into a thunderstorm.
I don’t like rain,
I don’t run into the snow.
Let me sit in the sun.
Blood or none,
Stay far away.
You are nothing
But trouble to me.
You’re shadowed by toil,
Stop telling me I’ll love the pain.
I’m not going to take your hand,
And walk into the chaos.
I think with my head,
Not my sword.
So I’ll count the days until someone tells me,
You got yourself killed.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
Oh, the spiral descends.
Empty eyes watch
as the stairs drop
into a circle that bends
swirling in an
infinite depression.
Soft thuds fill the air
as numerous feet follow down
chased by their own
bone chilling sound,
and while they move forward
the darkness envelopes all.
Waves of light retreat
as the children of man
come here to fall.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
Every time it's late in the night, and I go to check the time
It's 9:23...
When it's the last thing on my mind, and I'm scribbling down my rhymes
It's 9:23...
Even when I'm exploring the stores to buy something, my receipt..
Reads 9.23...
When I ask when their birthday or anniversary is... My heart leaps
Most of the time, they say "9/23..."
While I'm in the car with my family, and a car passes by at the speed of the law...
Somewhere on the Licence plate, it says "923..."
When I press pause on a you tube video, and I go back to hit play... somehow it's paused...
At 9:23...
When it's early in the morning, and I go to turn my phone on to see the hour and mintues...
It reads 9:23...
When my friends are spamming randomly in emails, and numbers reach their limit...
9.23 is always in there...
Heck even when I have lost sense of time, and i'm having too much fun to care, and I ask what time it is...
They answer "9:23..."
Lastly... When I am doing Statistics in School, one of the answers on the list...
Is 923...
So I ask you... Why are you following me? You have haunted me enough for many years. Is it fate? Is it a clue? Is it an answer? I may never know. But please, whatever your reason is... please have it be a good one.
(I JUST realized... This is the 23rd poem I posted...)
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
How sad must our shadows feel
to be always following us
never free
without a will of its own
but what if a shadow too
has a soul
What if it needs care
just like we do
so love your
shadow
never reject
thus it will always be there for you
never abandoning
and the only one
you will can never leave
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
I don't follow people first
I follow them, every second
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
I wish a world of followers
Following freely unlike the borrowers
With a free soul and nothing to lend
Hence, following no trend,
Then no one will fight
For a few choices of light
As everyone and everything
Has millions of light sources to cling
If they open their eyes
And close it at wrong time,
Trends are just created by people alike
To bring things away from life like,
You won't find everything alike your mind
Then why you choose a crap of such kind
Don't follow the trend
Don't make it the end
Follow the light
Which is bright in your mind.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
You are your own footsteps:
The more you take,
The more you leave behind.
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
Slowly following
Never will he let me be
For eternity
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC