"drifing" poems
The world holds no weight .
The sky bears no mass.
In which I see I am as I will always be.
Hollow;
Drifing;
Through this life that means no more than a single blade of grass
upon which I lay;
Observing:
We are but a wall of clouds
Floating;
Waiting to pass.
Through this sky.
A sky that bears no mass.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
your eyes are
fathomless chasms
and i find myself falling
once in a while
the way alice tumbled
down the rabbit hole
you are a
paradoxical metaphor
representing every bright spectrum
of my gray-tinted universe
i count shooting stars
and dandelions
sometimes i even think
i see your smile in the
constellations
are you the wisps of clouds
on a particularly rainy day?
drifing with no direction
i often reach out to you
though i never seem to grasp you
perhaps to me
it's as if you are
everywhere
but i can't seem to find you
anywhere
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Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 6:29 AM UTC
A small girl
sitting in the wind,
enduring gale
after gale
of pondering
wondering
if she has
the confidence
within.
She fights
herself
while enduring
the raging winds
A breeze of fresh air
turns into a
dark, question mark.
The young girls mind
has
heavy water torrents
raging inside
She wants to drown
cuz she wants to survive
I'm screaming against the wind
wishing I could heal her
with words
that burst from within
with fire burning
from the heart
tears dripping down
my chin
turn to ice
making blisters
on my
skin
It leaves me paralyzed
from the pain that's in her wind
She turns around
showing the purest smile
courage shining brightly
behind those saddened eyes
which ignites me
I'm in awe, inspired
of
that strength
that hearts desire
"You stand strong
with no eye in this storm!
But it's a fight you will win!
You ignite the people around you
because your heart
is heard through the roar
in these winds!
You will soar
through the sky
in your mind
because that strength
already lies within!"
My words never reached her
because she stood up
and walked her path
proudly
I can only hope
she catches
a few of my words
that are now drifing
in the wind.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
I sit here
Contemplating how to conquer my fear
Can I alter the wheel? Or just
Fall down and kneel? I must
Have something to live for, some
Spark to ignite, some
Purpose to endure, these
Pains in the night, still...
I sit here
Searching for a way out of the pattern
It doesn't matter to the scheme, but
It keeps me from sleeping
Scattered thoughts, in a blink
I'm lost again, for naught, cause
Memories are so decieving...
I sit here
Thinking so what if Im selfish?
Are you saying you're not? Ha!
The prospect is childish, this
"Who said what again", nonsense,
Is boring the **** outta me...so
I sit here
Waiting for the reckoning.
Patiently, drifing through this
Time and space and happening,
Chasing pleasures, and vices, no
Remorse when the dice roll
Snakes eyes see through cold stone,
I can tell you arent alive so...
I sit here...
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC