#wanderer
Hello, my lonely wanderer,
You, just like me, are flying into the unknown,
And you are the chosen one,
Yes, you are destiny’s chosen one,
A chosen one of life, just like me.
Doubts are eating you alive,
Just as they gnaw and tear at me,
Upon our shoulders mercilessly
Lies the lying whip!
You, like me, bury your feelings,
But resurrect them again and again,
And yet you know, you know so well,
That love will never be understood by you.
And I — an exile, yes, an exile,
I was never understood by the crowd,
Their false ideas
I burned with a single line!
Странник
Здравствуй, мой одинокий странник,
Ты, как и я, летишь, неведома куда,
И ты избранник,
Да, ты судьбы избранник,
Избранник жизни, как и я.
Тебя сомненья разъедают,
Как и меня, грызут и рвут,
На плечи наши беспощадно
ложился лживый кнут!
Ты, как и я, хоронишь чувства,
Но воскрешаешь вновь и вновь,
И все же знаешь, прекрасно знаешь,
Что не понять тебе любовь.
А я - изгнанник, да, изгнанник,
Я не понятен был толпой,
Что их фальшивые идеи,
Сжигал одной строкой!
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
even the mistakes have propelled you here
where nothing is wasted or useless.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 7:07 AM UTC
I was merely a wanderer, wandering aimlessly.
How would I have known
that my destiny was written somewhere else?
How would I have known
I was never meant to be yours?
You had a single line for me,
where I kept half of the pages of my life
empty for you,
to write the verses of your poem.
I knew you wanted the sky,
I feared I was only gravity.
But I also knew I could have learned
to fly beside you
if only you had looked back once.
After you, I realized,
perhaps someone else is dedicating half of their book to me
when I only spared them a single verse in mine.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
the ghost that wanders the battlements
from room to room day to night
back again through seasons and years
a temporary flesh dressed apparition
with hair and nails growing longer
distance a constant leaving and arriving
a face weathered with wind sun and rain
these castle walls will fall
tumbled down and forgotten
todays ghost never to be remembered
a wanderer gone through the secret door.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
from a life of wandering
an internal clock tick-tock
whispers
the old road is calling
its winter deserts of stars
and loneliness
the cold north coast
valleys of rivers and wildflowers
mountain peaks that line the heavens
but i will not go
a new road calls and whispers
this way
into seasons of forgetting
where i am
and where i’ve been
from a life of wandering
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 11:02 AM UTC
if i never came
i'd never know what i've seen
if i never leave
i'll never see the rest of everything
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 7:18 AM UTC
A flat blue surface,
Waves swing the boat.
On the boat, sitting alone,
Wanderer gets all soaked.
His conveyance hits the shore,
Cold grains under the feet.
A kiss of the gentle breeze,
Happy him, ties the cleat.
The sand of a few steps,
Headed to the dark woods.
He froze and looked back,
He lost all his goods.
Trailed to the whispering leaves,
Horrified and compelled.
Birds chirping and a distant howl,
He takes out his three-inch blade.
Shivering hands, trembling knife,
He sees a surface shine.
Broken moon in the pond,
A break would be fine.
His thin legs march again,
The broken moon joined together.
A flickering yellow lamp,
He found himself a shelter.
His legs made it, the hope survived,
Didn't bring any crates or a wife.
He was empty-handed in the last,
The wanderer only had his life.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
Originally ‘Freebird’ | November 2024
She awoke and reached out for the morning embrace;
her brow bone grew wrinkled, not spotting his face.
The sheets were smoothed neatly,
coffee brewed strong, just black.
He put the pack upon his shoulders
to begin a journey.
He’d never be back.
Enamored by potential,
and driven by grief.
On the dirt road with beetles -
creamed corn and beef.
The ground barely shook,
as he climbed up hillside.
It’d rain, sleet and thunder -
He maintained his stride.
Until she crossed his path,
destination less clear,
and you could bet all your fortune
he stayed for a year.
She taught him of tea tree,
the joy in a tithe,
and he grew a new glisten in his once down turned eyes.
On the wrong side
of a small, disheveled bed;
what was actually the right,
he grew again fearful,
and left in the night.
She awoke and reached out for the morning embrace;
her brow bone grew wrinkled, not spotting his face.
The sheets were smoothed neatly,
coffee brewed just the same,
but she started using creamer
and choked on his name.
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 2:08 AM UTC
i am a wanderer, i wander
i've wandered through the earth
back and forth, i've wandered through
am i looking for something? i don't know
am i looking for something? i don't know
maybe i am, i don't know just yet
for now, i am happy just wandering
so for now i will just keep wandering
life is a journey, not a destination
my journey's been interesting
i've seen some beautiful things
but i've also seen some ugly things
for now i am happy to wander
this much i know
if i am looking for something
i will know when i find it
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
How much of a gasp
of thin air
to sustain my heart,
to let me breathe,
to help my words
get your tone,
and speak
with your accent.
How long
am i gonna hold
my breathe
for you
To save me?
its riduculous
I know,
But just so you know
How far
i can go for
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 9:03 AM UTC
I walked through the quiet hush of dusk,
where echoes of dreams in shadows lay.
Soft whispers clung to the evening breeze,
calling me back to yesterday.
A lantern flickered deep in my chest,
its flame unsure, yet burning bright.
Through shattered paths and weary steps,
it carved its way into the night.
I gathered moments, thread by thread,
stitched them into skybound wings.
Though time may steal, and fate may fade,
some dreams still hum—some echoes sing.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 5:24 AM UTC
Time drips slow like falling rain,
upon a heart weighed down with pain.
A thousand thoughts fill up my mind,
but no place left for peace to find.
By the sea, the wind still calls,
whispering stories through hollow halls.
Beneath the moon, beneath the sky,
I watch the stars and wonder why.
My soul is torn, yet still I smile,
walking cold and lost for miles.
The sun once warm, now barely light,
shadows stretch into the night.
I hold my breath, I close my eyes,
feel the fire where silence lies.
A single dream, a fleeting touch,
a whispered hope, but never much.
My hands still shake, my lips still burn,
for memories that won’t return.
The truth is heavy, life is loud,
the past is just a drifting cloud.
Yet in the dark, I still believe,
that something waits, beyond the grieve.
For even lost, we still remain—
a whisper carved into the rain.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
Oh, how I wish to find a safe space.
A warm space,
A dreamy space,
Somewhere I can feel warmth and be welcomed
Perhaps,
I am not deserving of finding such space.
Am I not looking hard enough?
Or is it that I am looking to hard,
Over analyzing,
Missing the subtle signs of what this space is.
Have I become blind to seeing it?
Have I missed it?
Is it no longer a space that is available for me?
Wherever it is, I don’t believe I’ll find it in this city.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 7:52 AM UTC
Oh! the breezes tell me why..?
I always try keep me right..
Wondering what others will think..
Where as I was always left to me..
Oh! the sun give me the strength..
Just to be alone and be brave..
It is people that make me sick..
Just let me be what I can be..
Oh! the moon will you stop..
Of reminding me how weak I was..
Loving and caring was all I knew..
Till something harder came to me..
Oh! the lights will you guide me..
Though the darkness and through the vice..
A part of me still needs the dark will you help the other half??
Oh! the cradles that I used to swing..
Hoping that someone will give me the wings..
It is the fall that made me "me"..
Now I'm running even on my knees..
Oh! The heart do you know?
How much it aches when you never grow..
What we had felt someday gets proved wrong..
Warm should be blood can't you get cold?
Oh! The self can't you grow?
Leave the chaos down the road..
Self you should help and self you should heal..
There can't be a place where you can be free..
What is the purpose? What is this life?
Which we are trying so hard to fight...
Leave the road and find your streets..
Never again you should watch yourself bleed..
Will you stop and look at the time..
It is inevitable as it was..
It was ticking and is and will..
So how can you stop if it can't be?
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 12:10 PM UTC
Wanderer ...
lost ...
i am ...
my love ...
and uh ...
wish you know ...
my feelings scale ...
and it's madness ...
in my heart ...
all night ...
how it was ...
burn my heart ...
in the dead of night ...
while i been drew ...
those lips ...
your lips ...
in my fantasies mind ...
with all lines ...
just ...
to get a chance ...
to have a kiss ...
to dive with ...
to the world of dreams ...
until morning comes ...
and the meeting will be ...
to make dream ...
comes as true ....
with much of kisses. ..
Without drawing imagination ...
just a reality ...
kisses ...
hazem al ..
Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 4:21 AM UTC
Journey to endless slumber
to find you in thousand dream,
reminiscing sweet memories,
for this graceful excitement,
from what we used to have,
a wish as existence of you never fade,
a dream permanently stay forever,
even clock stop ticking and my body decayed,
hope for our consciousness can coexist
in the end, I'm the one will be perish...
where my soul keeps wander,
waiting to be together,
at endless boundaries,
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 12:34 AM UTC
Let me walk along the roads like a wanderer
I’ll glance at the beggars
Side eye the kids walking home
Someone asks if i'm selling
I say not today
The nights are cold
Grass and dirt stain my old clothes
Traffic sounds
Anger and wrath
Where am I going?
Where will I go from here?
I don't know
Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 2:54 PM UTC
_Let me fall
Deeply into the heart
Of the wanderer,
Under the dappled skin
Into the belly of the thing
Heavy and warm;
The hermit and the outcast
Is met in me
By the stomp of a hoof,
The shifting
Of weight
As he steadies himself;
I look down at my feet
Aware of toes and heels
Colliding with the ground._
Feb 21, 2022
Feb 21, 2022 at 3:51 PM UTC
Can I settle
In your heart,
A most fertile valley,
Let me fill
My lungs with you,
A breath of fresh air,
For I have been a wanderer
Traveling far and long
In search of someone
That felt like home
©KNL
Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 2:48 AM UTC
Feet swayed above the depths of the deep blue sea, eyes scanning over the horizon of crimson reds and embellished purples that rest with the indolent ripples of water; leaving reflections of scattered perfection to dissipate into the open waters. Longing for a sense of direction, a sense of change. My heart ached for a better me, to be as beautiful and courageous as this sea.
The salty water napped at my toes, hitting the floating pillars that hold up this stretch of rotting wood, as though in a rage to let me know, “You are beyond what you see, open your mind and let free, just be!” But who am I beyond this flesh prison of intellectual knowledge? A walking encephalon of salted water, feeling more then my core accounts for; I want to be the sea, and so much more.
An illusion in the real world, as if the magic man forgot to snap his fingers and bring me back to reality; and still, I pity those who can not see me. The genuine me. If only I could be seen beyond the phony, people-pleasing charade. Oh, what a lovely day it could be. To listen to the quiet, before me. For words are not what make self, but the silence of the unspoken, of the words spoke within.
Though, I look on into those crimson reds and embellished purples, I am reminded that I am just as puny as the planet itself, beyond the galaxies of space and time. Or am I just as vast as an ant to its crumb, that falls beneath the floor board? A dreamer of the void, but I’ll never touch the starry night light. I am a gnomist, deluged in a subconscious mass of riptides. There has to be a better construct among the hillsides, but my mind is branching off in dark suicides.
As my thoughts wandered, so did the allegory of the sky, beneath the sea to sleep; and the darkness settled a top the water. Where am I now? Still. Silent. Wreaking havoc on this ageless soul. I lay back on the rotten wood of this outstretched dock far from the shore, with my thoughts deep, deeper then the water that licks my toes with every wave that pushes. Water that once touched the deepest sands of the sea. Water that has coasted along sunken ships and forgotten memories that lay a strewn bottomless pits, never to be seen. Water that evaporates into the sky, touching the air we breathe, with clouds that sheds it's watery tears back into the sea, singing, “Oh, wont you come with me, to this wasteland of the silent. Where we’re all destined to be.” I raised my hand and touched what can not be seen. Seen, but can not be touched - The starry night, and the aurora’s green ribbons of light, dancing to rhythm of my off beat heart.
What a beautiful sight. Thoughts of darkness turned to light. A different thought provoked within, and a smile creeped across my face. How strange that a change in scenery can alter one’s mind riddle in a blink of an eye. Once dark and sorrowful, to serene and irenic. The search for our better selves, is never-ending and ever changing.
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 3:28 PM UTC
Under a mask and some ripples
An ocean of sky and foam of clouds
Wind wanderer, you and your tides
Must have been where nothing remains
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 7:51 PM UTC
I see him everyday, on a broken pieces of mirror
His pale face, body thin, Eyes sink in tears.
Cry of his belly and brain, is all he could hear
Carrying the weight of his shattered dream
His heart beats in the fear
Will he ever overcome
From this enduring nightmare.
Will someday he can see himself
As he had wish to appear?
Lost in these thoughts, every now and then
He moves here to there
So the passengers, passing on the street
Called him, 'The Street wanderer'.
Sometimes he dives into his memories
Remembering how he had come here
Remembering that once he had his loving parents
His friends, his relatives, all were there
But he left the home and brought himself alone
To do something for which the world can cheer
And as you can see, he reached nowhere
Shedding his hope with every drop of tear.
But forget, what had happened in the past
As this morning, the Sun casts
The lights of bright fortune
What he have to do
is to follow his tune.
Sitting on a bench
That serve him as bed
He takeout his dairy
And his pen.
Started to jot
Whatever in his mind
Satisfied with nothing
He scratched all, in no time
In that anger, he had on self,
He hold his head, he yelp.
He remembered the words of his parents
"Focus on studies, You are not for all this!"
Oh, how good, if he follow their instruction
At least, he can see his reflections.
Time passed from day to night
And he is still, without smile
Sitting on that very bench
He pick his dairy, in his hand
Turning the wrinkled pages, all scratched.
Marking his disbelief on himself.
But this time he is determined
And this very night, he have to find
The rhyme
The very best rhyme.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 2:27 AM UTC
Where would you be off to
when this calm lake split asunder
chewed at your lungs, waiting a surrender
Muffled your screams as it pulled you under
Where would you be off to
housed in layers, moving as tides they wander
Where would you be off to
When snakes crawled out in hunger
Gnawed at your skin, turning it to bright umber
feasting you slow waiting for spiders to plunder
Where would you be off too
hollow of your bones deep in their slumber
Where would you be off to
Chased by bullets too many in number
Stabbed at your being, hitting like thunder
Gushing out blood your legs as they lumber
where would you be off to
choking on roses, taken away in a dumper
Where would you be off to
Lost as a hopeless bird's tiny youngster
Open wings turned on by the blue yonder
Sleeping in bushes, stealing from a monger
Where would you be off to
lying awake somewhere here under
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 8:12 AM UTC