#horizons
turning around to see the road travelled
-snaking off into the distance
where memory rides the hidden horizons
- dreams play out their mystical dancing
healing what was before forgotten.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 8:42 AM UTC
It is on my tongue—
a feeling
palatable,
aerodynamic transition,
palpable.
Redesigning for flight,
for movement through resistance,
for letting go of drag.
Whereas my muscles would tense up,
a few inches from the ground—
now I’ve learned that to clip one’s wings
is to stay anchored, be shackled down.
Not that being grounded
isn’t a form of comfort, safety, or security—
but there’s a shift that comes
from renegotiating the terms
you’ve set with your own mind.
It’s a daunting challenge,
yet a necessary one.
Because I want to see the world,
not from behind a pane of glass,
but with wind in my lungs
and wonder in my chest.
And I want to fall in love—
falling into bed with you,
multiple strings attached,
and still feel like the luckiest person alive.
To do that,
I am taking flight
in ways I could not have foreseen
as a child.
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 4:36 AM UTC
To those honored poets,
An opportunity has opened up,
I'd like to spread this gospel,
Of a chance to reach new horizons,
Well beyond this world,
Now gather if you dare,
Join and journey to a new place.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
Before the Break of Dawn,
the night skies stray away,
to allow the marvelous Start, of a
brand new beautiful day.
the night skies begin to light,
the moon, and stars start to fade,
the Sun rises from the horizons, and
Releases it beautiful Sunrays!!!
B.R.
Date: 08/3/2023
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 1:40 PM UTC
I watched the skyline from the sea shore.
Staying seated on my comfy chair,
Behaving as if I didn’t care.
I still wanted to go to a new place,
Where I'd be loved,
And I'd be respected.
I realised that I must break the chains,
And I must surf the waves,
For I wanted to have new horizons.
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 2:09 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, this is the reason I write;>
dark rainbow rays mirrored on a ferris wheel
a getaway car in an edged escape to night steal
neon lights shimmering to hit the blind
whisper the whistles for an old memory on kind
like music blasting from ages of dreamt youth
sirens delight a heaven to the soothe
instrumental of the better sometimes wilder
violins haven hearts of lost on minder
crowds beat in one
rockstar of a blast concert as if none
sweat painted down the back
shivering sensations never seem to black
a run for life from the poison killing attach
even when the loneliest matters or not without a match
heard before my days known in my mercury
just uranused with a flaw abroad the mild century
is it for a regret?
to keep this mere on an impossible met
yellow on the head
better hidden not said?
a smoking pulse on a midnight walk to anger
hair torn feet split on a single dancer
hell of a heartbreak on rhymes
driving on blades on knives
upon screams liberate a burning love rosed
rare nostalgia again miracled an incredulous indie overdosed
------ravenfeels
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 4:47 PM UTC
its all franchises
as far as you might see
burger joints, taco houses, and pizza parlors
dot the horizon
the whole lot
greasier than the pan
than the canola oil, a whole can of pam
its warehouse-sized stores
full of disgruntled
shuffling cheap trash
package to shelf
packaged for the shelf
in anticipation to sit
listen a while
under the low murmur
of the machine humming
you can hear ma n pop wailin'
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:43 PM UTC
There’s always a line
between things
that defines one apart
from the other.
I believe it also applies
between you and I,
between mother and son,
between earth and sky
which is called horizon,
or that long line between what is
and what is not.
Maybe it’s God’s way of telling us,
“This is where you’re supposed to be
and this is where I’m supposed to be.”
And those lines also have lines
in between
and in between
and in between.
Bridges,
arms,
fingers.
They all begin on one point
and end on another.
Two small points
that somehow stretch the distance
and split one apart.
That is why, when we are holding hands
we tend to look at the sky,
down the river,
or at invisible horizons—
never to meet the dots
of each other’s eyes.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 9:58 PM UTC
When I first met you,
I had yet to face you..
Memories dug deep,
Presented as a heap..
Resemblance of me,
Your semblance deceived..
Ungrateful eyes,
And a fateful life..
Stories untold,
And memories unfold..
A gaze and a stare,
Within the rage and despair..
Two strangers meet,
And sane they leave..
To horizons unseen,
And boundaries within..
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 11:59 AM UTC
My dream of a new land,
Of ignorance come truth.
I sat atop a peak
And found myself unmoved.
Ancient wisdom of ash
In which I found just dust.
Oh, Truth! You stole my dream, now
I'm cold atop the peak
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 7:26 PM UTC
Our Āryāvärŧä is in danger,
Our home planet since eternity,
Now we must all perform an exodus.
A mass exodus wasn't something we planned,
It's an emergency as our planet disintegrates,
Our home has now endured a nuclear war.
The third orb in the Helios system supports life,
We must vacate this planet and go to that one,
We must, regretfully, forget our memories.
The planet currently houses primitive life,
We shall escape this unfortunate nuclear strife,
We need to utilize that planet for our own good.
The big C that kills us here,
It would not be there,
At least for the time being.
We shall go the Āryän speed,
Call the planet Přŧhvī now,
Since we need a Mother.
Goodbye, oh planet Āryāvärŧä,
You were the Hïnđū Māŧřä Bhūmï,
Now New Horizons we must choose.
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC
Her heart hungers for the essence of her being.
She continues to search for enlightenment
and peace.
Thousands of heartaches and trials,
she met along the path of finding herself.
She carves out time every single day to reflect.
Then she realized.
There’s no need to search outside herself
for answers.
She found the answers
where she found the questions.
She found the answers inside herself.
Meaning is what makes one’s misfortune worthwhile.
The storm came to teach her how to sail
and she continues to catch the wind.
Confronting the ocean’s of life moment after moment,
she found the strength to leave her past
to the shores
and just brought the lessons she has learned.
Then out she sails for her new horizons ahead.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
I work in a field all day
To repair garden beds
And to grow new plants
With the destiny to be harvested
Whenever “our hearts desire”.
I work in a field all day
To repair a physical burden
And to grow new dreams
With the destiny to be reached
Whenever “our hearts are able”.
I work in a field all day
To mend a broken soul
And to grow new connections
With the destiny to be healed
Whenever “our hearts become stable”.
I work in a field all day
With the exception of a distraction
Then I look up to the clouds
And get lost in the wonder
Of when “I will find you”.
I work in a field all day
Yet find myself disoriented
Because my eyes have wandered
All over the sky
Making up for “lost time”.
I work in a field all day
Looking forward to heal
Hoping I’ll hear from you today
Knowing the sky is infinite
Just like “the space behind your eyes”.
I work in a field all day
I catch myself staring into the horizon
Remembering the time I saw your eyes
And how indefinite the ending was
Even though “the line seems so close”.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
We all want our poems to trend and get views.
But when that is your focus, you're the one who will lose.
Striving for popularity can cause you to lose clarity.
Pulling you down a hole of insularity.
Instead, look ahead!
There are new horizons to be tread!
New poems to bloom happily in your garden bed,
no matter whether they are noticed...or even read!
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
In the still morning
I watch the sun rise
Gently look up high
Toward simmering pink skies
A beautiful perfect picture
Nature brilliantly devised
Colorful exotic vibrance
Daybreak so pure and sweet
Over far off mountains
And the washed out city street
Waiting for scenic horizons
To say hello and meet
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC
She lost every reason she had to smile
Shoes worn out from walking the same sad sidewalks
That careless city holds eternally gray horizons
She dreams of a day the clouds will float away
She dreams of a day when she can feel... anything
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
☯
Are you humble
to the very walls and windows
of your drifting soul?
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
A gentle breeze sweeps over
Carrying leaves of change, coloured by season
Brushing dirt carpets as I walk through
I could tell you where I'm going
maybe
As arches of brown and green give way to sunlight
Creating spotlights where my feet may never land
Moving backward as our solar-sphere dives into horizons
Highlighting where I once was
I could tell you where I am
̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
I am invited by a bright light.
Leaving behind those days,
Order of God it seems bright,
Vast is the world in your eyes,
Earning your love is so worthy,
Yes it does not discourage me,
Old I want to get in your shade,
Up the road of love will take me.
Best beautiful is your heart,
Holding highest your thought,
Under my God you are not,
Mind my past you please don't,
In my life you are the light.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
I found religion at the bottom of a cereal box
and ended up saving it in my pocket for awhile, spending my sundays
beside spiritual cannibals speaking of the Supergalactic
and eating on the good word while waiting for the Hand of god
or so-called Miracles; only recently have I discovered
the sacrosanctity of the seed, the egg, the space between matryoshka dolls,
the amoeba before it splits or the amoeba afterwards, baby teeth
and graduates, letters stuffed in pen tips in hands of poets
kneeling with the armless, contrapposto women waiting
inside blocks of marble and boiling pots of Hellenic brass worshiping
in the house of the hesitant spring crawling from the earth’s core
on stolen time;
I say a heretic’s “Amen” to the parting of lips,
the movement of breath, all werewolves on the half-moon and
the moon before the harvest, bless the ant hills full of false gods
that band together in the symphony of the subatomic and glory be
to the Truth! the only truth, that just as all things die in the end, so too
are all things born at the beginning, a fact lost on all those preaching
sacred scriptures in the dead language
of the Impossibly Huge.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
You are my voice, you are not just a pen,
Let us see where at the cross section we meet,
Stars, moonlight, a new moon, this in a dream,
It's the same sky I see when I go to sleep,
Close your eyes love, see what you will see,
There is no harm in daring to dream,
To be different, to find a love or not, blindness or sight
Living factual truth, your spirit in flight.
*These are the endless stories of your unique life,
You will do what you dream, but words only write,
To be in the moment, to see the planets and star light
Glow from your roof top without telescope, near and far,
This is truly the concept greater than popular things,
It is your experience, give it all it's worth, it's all you are.*
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
it may be too late to go back and renew,
but t'will ne'er be too late to start anew,
lustful for new horizons, unsubdued!
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
Driving without destination
Going for the sake of going
Existing between here and there
Where nothing is happening
Yet progress is being made
We’re still moving forward
Enjoying the journey
Capturing horizons.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC