#roaming
I only come out at night
When the monsters roam
You ask me why I live so dangerously
Why I risk my life, my safety
My dear,
Did you never realise?
The scariest monster is me
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
My indecision is deciding for me
I remain
Stuck in this place of purgatory
I remain
All dark with no light and sleep without rest
I remain
Both horns and halos but no devil or angel
I remain
Sailing from star to sea in celestial form adrift
I remain
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
We sit in this room
across from one another
in silence
I try to look at everything
but you
I feel your eyes on me
I feel them roaming
as if your hands are on my body
how is that even possible
it's as if you're right beside me
grazing your fingers where they please
Your lips following their trail
lingering here and there
exploring every dip and hollow
The room feels so tight
this tension is something I can't explain
this silence so deep
I feel so restless
I want to burn something
break something
move
I chance a glance
and our eyes collide
****
what is this feeling
how can something feel so hot
I try to look away
but I'm frozen
I wait
But your eyes are still on mine
A silent challenge
You get up and leave the room
...
And I follow
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
Eyes roaming the room of riches
Like a tiny dancer bouncing on the air.
Eyes roaming round and round and round
Like the florid horse on a beach-town carousel.
Eyes roaming round the room of riches
Like someone getting ready for a takedown.
And those took me down.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
My father was born a man of the earth,
I refuse to wear a bra,
and I shake off like a dog after every shower.
So why is it that I roam this sacred beach
cursing at the sticky layers of sand,
searching for a single slab of concrete,
a place to call home?
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
There's this cloud
Who's a bit loud.
It moves the air
And may seem unaware.
But this cloud is soft.
It is just a bit lost,
Flowing around,
Trying to calm down.
Reach to this cloud
Maybe it does not want to entertain this crowd.
If you call him home,
It will stop to roam.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
When the dream breaks, so much has changed, as if time has been manipulated.
I look for you in photos with me for proof, but it seems that you have faded.
I must be crazy to speak and have memories of things that may have never happened, but I swore someone else was there.
I guess I'm really losing it, maybe it was just a voice in the air.
Should I go back to these places and look for four footprints in the mud, or are these photos telling me all I need to know?
Could I have been roaming around in the woods for three years by myself, conversing with a ghost?
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
The Roamer roams on,
without thought or mind,
he is free and on his own,
but at what cost?
He roams in the day,
walking the streets,
shabbily dressed, and
confused for a vagrant.
He roams in the night
boots trampling the mud,
of a slick rain-struck sidewalk,
with no direction or guide.
He roams from city to city,
staying for just a few weeks,
then he's off again to
roam to another city.
He roams the woods,
when he gets bored
with the cities and lights,
and the noise and people.
He roams the fields,
observing the sights,
utterly alone with
his thoughts as company.
He roams the world,
roaming far and wide,
searching for something,
he just can't find.
He roams endlessly,
evermore for something
more, yet will he lose
himself in the process?
The Roamer is a nomad,
searching for a place,
for a people who he
can call his home.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
Roaming reckless snatching all there hexes putting them on I.
Just to see through my eyes the curses and disasters that happen.
Forever more the alchemist of the black art.
The curse, the spew, with sound, deadlier than a poisoned dart.
Fan entangled in webs, jet black.
Spider so enormous, why is it so fat?
That's what she said while in bed waiting.
Faking a performance, for this one ****** fan.
Tanned man, she bagged and holds the dollar, so paper skews and
she becomes the baller
Top dollar climbing buildings, being held by king kong does she live long?
Maybe
Just like the rest I undressed my mind
Studied it.
What I found is I am so **** fine, flying high thru skies so blue I'd call me a Legion because I roam with might and fell into the deep blue, cast out like demons into the deepest darkest blue, seeing eyes look as I write might entice the mights and powers.
I devour the enormous spirit fear me because I don't fear it, I only fear God Almighty.
But I know he guide me, taking me to Wonderful, it's exciting.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
Hello?
Are you home,
Or leaving me to roam?
Did you disappear,
Leaving this pain to sear?
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
Threatening to shut out all memories, my wounds threatening to open again..
When I was a young girl of ten, my heart was heavy, my skin was thin
I was born a regular child, never to know why i was wild....
Roaming here and there, feeling the fire as the torments roam....
Though it keeps me here and I pray that it burns, but i know not
to scream....it will **** me in the end ...
As I roam, not knowing where I go
I keep asking where have I really been???
Debbie Brooks 2015
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC