#journeys
Journeys
Miles and moments
Footprints etched in time's sand
Memories wrapped like warm blankets
The warmth.
Whispers
Soft and lingering
Laughter carried on the breeze
Hearts still full from days gone by
The joy.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:50 AM UTC
Journeys
Miles and moments
Footprints etched in time's sand
Memories wrapped like warm blankets
The joy.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 6:32 AM UTC
My heart was a hand grenade
that never stopped exploding.
The things I'd say
lonely exploring,
adventurer on solo journeys,
swearing honesty, truly.
Fighting to prove our love,
drowning in flowers
grown from far above.
Connected in the most ill of ways
sickened by the thought of you,
stuck like a fly in glue.
You vanquished me.
I resurrected,
swore an oath
your heart, I'd protect it.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
we might set out
each time with
a specific place
in our minds
only one destination
and one ideal route
but i can't remember
the last time
we managed
to complete one
of these journeys
without detouring
stopping somewhere
briefly to explore
what we otherwise
might have missed
although sometimes
forced on us
through circumstance
or at others
chosen for the sake
of passing whimsy
we are always happy
going out of our way
finding something
to marvel at
to appreciate
and be remembered
along the way
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC
When I thought about who I was,
I was just the one who'd wander,
Wandering all with sky my over,
Over that my feelings hover,
Hovering all around night sky,slower...
Slower that I thought to myself,
Myself am just a star dust,
A star dust in universe bigger than my existence,
Existence made me look for purpose,
Purpose lead me to a voyage,
Voyage made me find my path,
My path made me feel the content,
Content heart, yet full of questions,
Questions made me search for answers,
Answers made me realise....
how only WE ask the question "WHY"
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
Sun tracks high through
a Carolina blue sky.
Down twisting turning roads I fly.
Nothing quite like a Carolina morning,
Sweet Baby James rings in my ears.
Clouds mingle with the mountains
water flows from the rocks like fountains
My God I wish that you were here.
I wish you were here,
Whispering sweet love songs in my ear,
as we while away the miles on the road.
As much as I love to wander,
I'll never stray for long,
Your voice, it always calls me home.
For a Carolina Morning
no matter how beautiful,
Is never quite as beautiful alone.
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC
when I look back, I'll see,
the steps I took to become me.
Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 7:01 PM UTC
I often take the long road home.
It allows me to take a deep dive
of events and find my place in
the trajectory of working hours.
You can do this sort of thing with
quantitative matters. Interactions
between a) and b) will always have
a measurable effect on levels of c)
I have tried to superimpose this idea
on qualitative issues without success.
Even on the longest route there is not
enough road to draw firm conclusions.
Tony Noon
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 1:18 PM UTC
Barefoot down the aisle
clean feet
well groomed
a matrimonial journey
enticingly different
filled with pitfalls
trials and tribulation
[on holy ground
where there are angels all around us.]
Feb 28, 2023
Feb 28, 2023 at 11:22 AM UTC
Champagne corks pop
a cow parsley flourish
on your life’s roadside
after driving alone a while
someone to fiddle with the A/C
and monopolise the aux
with unrepentant cheese
is a welcome change
as the prevailing breeze
shifts
May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 4:00 AM UTC
the rain beats against the window and I see the
drops amass until each dotted soul swells, then
bursts into a rivulet seeking a path against the glass,
and some will pass through other streams, and I follow
their brief intersects, these capillaric rivers that fail
to merge, while others course boldly, seeking to
join, to find a parallel stream on likeminded journey,
and off to the corner of the pane there are drops
that fill and run, and then halt, and bump, and skitter
about, those carving a solitary course
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 6:33 PM UTC
I would like to go swimming in
a meadow filled with bluebells,
an image for the day.
but for now
we're all swimming against the tide
hoping that we don't go under,
but hope is a peculiar fish
best served on a sunnier day.
If I could have my way
the bluebells would sway
as I splashed through the colour
I'm going to do it
strip right off and
dive into it,
we may have to clutch at straws
and such is life,
it doesn't mean that we can't
imagine
something better.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 3:27 AM UTC
The wind whispers in my ear to take a leap
With blind fate trust divine fate
A fool balancing on a thin line, straight to heaven
But my death could be my investment
But if I don't go I'll have thoughts of regret that overflow
My cups of abundance
Always second-guessing your loving but never could really know
But I take off my rose coloured glasses and close my eyes
Let my intuition and your vibe be the guide
To carefully step, one at a time
Until next thing I know I am falling to die
The abrasive breeze suddenly carrying me
Spirit would never let me plummet to my demise
The wind underneath my wings eager to save my life
Next time I won't negotiate in my mind
Just simply walk the line
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 9:43 PM UTC
I watched the bus drive down its route
With all kinds of fares on board;
Heading to some stop;
Each on a personal journey,
As important as any you've got.
The cord will pull,
The door will open
To let some traveller off,
As another steps into the bus.
On and on,
On and off,
They travel on their routes.
I used to ride a bus,
And I knew this way back then;
Then I forgot for far too long, that
I'm still journeying friends.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 10:48 PM UTC
Journey's love ...
still remember so much ...
that night ...
and what happened ...
though , of those years ...
as it was yesterday ...
even before somehow ...
yes ..still
we were as two birds ...
build their nest ...
to enjoy their future ...
with love and fun ...
do you still sweetheart ...
that night ...
our first love ...
that we made madly ...
with craziness ...
with no scare ...
only with a pleasure needs ...
that we both fell in to get ...
do you ...
still...
remember ...
those moments ...
when we start ...
kisses and passion ...
oh baby ..
i need that night ...
come back again ...
put kisses with my lips ...
love pits on your neck ...
while we both ride up ...
one the other ...
with a crazy way ...
yes baby mine ...
i need that night ...
again with you ...
to run together ...
the journey's love ...
hazem al ...
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
Journey's love ...
let's travel now ...
into each others ...
so deep ...
so high ...
as we do a journey ...
to the whole of the world ...
until we touch the sky ...
to feel as we are in another place ...
as in a paradise ...
among trees ...
and birds sings ...
an amazing songs ...
tells about our love ...
while we are together ...
making nothing more ...
than love only ...
let's travel baby ...
let's do it now ..
let's go for our journey ...
journey's love ...
to create love ...
and to feel it ...
as we both ...
always need ...
it's a journey ...
to find out ...
more love ...
yes sweetheart ...
it's our traveling...
only with you ...
hazem ...
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 4:09 AM UTC
daydreams take us away
into far of worlds and other days
an immersive play within ones mind
full of many things they wish to find
journeys bring us far and wide
to see sights that are incredible
from sentient robots
to fire breathing dragons
there are no limits to what one can imagine
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
I made the toy with imperfections
The broken pieces in my collection
It was whole
And filled with joy
when it was given to me
But so many people wanted it
So many fought for it
Some earned it
Still they crashed it
Maybe because theirs were also broken
Maybe they didn't mean it
Maybe they just didn't know how to treat it
I am aware that there are pieces that do not belong here
I am not proud to say it but I also crashed and and kept pieces of other people's toys
Trying to fix my own
I joined the pieces
Each piece has its story
Stories of different journeys
Me?
I've traveled so far with this little gift for you
But how would I know who you were?
Why there isn't a sign on your face saying "soulmate?"
I tried to find you so many times and I had to use my toy as bait
I am sorry for not bringing it in one piece
But hey look around
None of these toys are new
And all this suffering led me to you.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 6:43 AM UTC
Incredulous
It seems
When you grew to
Connect with the
Spaces
You
Left
Your
Prints
In
While the others
Only left their memories.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC
hold on, wait, what, what similarities?
I sit in the group looking around, the grey plastic chair crushes my ******* spine as I cling to it for dear life.
the tutor comes to me last, two weeks in a row I don't get time to talk.
great, I'm already an outsider, now I don't get time to talk.
I listen as the group in the nicer, cosier and brighter room next door laugh and joke.
they are all young and pretty, a feeling of longing pulls me down like a giant magnet, why am I not in that group. have I not got the skills to be young and pretty anymore?
for almost one month now I despair.
how can I ever find my voice in this group there are all so strong, strong women.
this week she comes to me first, I speak, it doesn't help. can they even see me, understand my accent, it seems I'm more different than similar.
the next week I don't go, avoidance wins 1st place gold trophy as I sit alone in bed.
with other groups I'm so strong and proud, can I fake it next week, or maybe just conform and comply.
and so it goes on, am my question remains, what ****** similarities?
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
I can see where the forked road leads:
one path smooth and easy
it never leads to happiness
but maybe I could fool myself
into thinking your heart never made me
feel anything at all and
if I squeeze my eyes shut
and wish very hard
while I count the songs
of origami swans
or the rings of tree branches
like a boreal ribcage around the path
I'll wonder if the trees were happier rooted
the other road is treacherous
my heart shatters and breaks
in a million new ways
crossing shaky bridges
with hundred foot drops
and I don't come out unscathed
because there's no way to perform
heart surgery on yourself
some weeks I'm so scared
I'll bleed out entirely
others, I'll spend growing alone
uncomfortably
finding strength in myself
wondering why I didn't pick
the smooth road--
though it was never
a difficult decision to begin with
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
Penny vase made from
the brown voided canyon rusting.
Friends that were made of waste,
they said time was simply turning,
the boat spoke back and said the depth of ones nature
could walk on water
But a deep voice
Was all that sprayed in pungent
aerosol and
displeasure.
Do we need to be on the same boat?
To drift into the beguiling surf?
Altogether
Better if we were dispersed
Dropped by the caving soft curve
Sliding through the unseen wash, watching your muddy glare.
Track the force in
blueberry motion
pulling and pushing us,
a sollen hand
and flying sleeve
The touch of flaunting fingertips and strings,
The fluttering wick
Swing and swished.
The chest of wonders beaming
Transmitting
a map
and lines like hay and wires
They were all exposed in the lines of her eyes
Maps
You frightened me that sleepy day
The dusted arsenal stick
Casted me on a rod made of hibiscus dew and syrup
A venomous hook that entangled my earrings
The push and her wave of desire,
Maps
To her treasure,
Reeled it now all over her wet webbed feet.
Caged,
Maps
and pressure
of the rocks falling against the time ticking
Hours away from the swaying shore.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC