"journy" poems
why? Why are you in my dreams every night every day I can't stop thinking of you you're always there, I opean my eyes and your'e gone I close my eyes and there you are making me the happiest person alive but then again I wake up and you're not there and it kills me , I feel lonely sad , depressed, and confused I don't know what to do all these thoughts in my head, these memories, I'm just lost I miss everything about you everything we had , it hasn't even been a week and I'm still a mess it's almost a week one day shy, just like tomorrow's night sky it will be beautiful I guarantee , just like you , and that's all I see , eveywhere I look I see you , I'm hypnotize like biggie smalls , and confused like jimmy Hendrix , I don't know what to do, all I can do is think about you , what am I going to do when your gone 2000 miles away on the west coast , am I gonna be okay or will this keep happening, you haunting me in my dreams , me thinking of you so that happens, why does this happen? everyone says I can do better , but there is no better to me you are the best , you understand me , I understand you what's better than that when we don't argue , maybe once or twice and 10 half months that's pretty solid if you ask me, no love can never be as strong as we were once meant to be , but we are different and we stuck through so much I don't understand what happend to us , we were strong and then weak and we lost each other in less than a week , that's all it took 10 months so strong as one week to break it down so we are no longer one. But. Two seperate for now like the west and east, so far , but as friend we are as close as ever before , so what is to come in this journy of life , ... Love ? ....Happiness ?.... A new beginning ..? Who knows except you ... You don't even know , .. time knows , but time can't speak only the people can , and that's what makes time , time is voice , not silence and that's why you haunt my , dreams well .... So I think , how long will I be haunted ?? I guess as long as I think of it ,,, how long will that last ahhhhhhhh I hate time I wish I could just know, but I can't do for now i still love you , and that's all I can do as long as you haunt my dreams
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
Sadness hovers in the corner of my thoughts
As I look to the future , wreathed in shattered hopes
A glimpse of the trivial past, that defines nothing
A look to the darkness doesn’t bring the spark of tomorrow
A fake hope only brings superfluous sorrow
A man with black suit in rainy street
A girl in the desert with umbrella , bare feet
A lady holding an empty cradle
A blind with walking stick, laying in bed
Absurd is the sense of need
Meaningless is the voice of grief
To tell a truth is to lie to myself
I miss the day where I knew I have no choice
To go that way, like sailing in a river
The big blue won’t ****** me with directions
The beautiful purple orange of the west
But the stars lead the way in the dark
Or the beautiful red with yellow of the east
And the heat of the day murders the merit of my diligence
No power can help the restless
I chose not to chose , but what will be my destiny
Is it really written? Or I really have to write my fate
But what if the book of life has no end
And the terminal of life leads to one flight
A flight that takes me back home
Where the journy never end
And my ship never set sail
And the winds blow no more
The flowers won't bloom
A journy to the where it all began
Caught endlessly in the sands of time
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 6:33 AM UTC
It seems that something has been flipped, as i sit in classes about literature, about music, about life. It seems I'm capable of recovering from love lost, in the best way possible. I have hope. I remember the things you taught before you broke my heart, and begin to mend the pain. I feel the soothing of my own heart beating against fear and self-loathing and sorrow. And I know that I can be saved. I can be pulled from the depths of this ocean. Not by you, or by another, or by a friend, but by me.
I kick and struggle until there, i see it. The most glorious light. New and beautiful and free. I'm torn, i can't just give up on our love; but I can't take it with me, not in the same form, of course. So i mold it shape it into something I'm proud of, into something innocent, and pure, and lovely. That is closer to our beginning than our end. I swim and swim. Until I'm walking ashore. Until I'm free of pain, and fear, and guilt, and sorrow. Until I come closer to the thing I've been searching for. What I've longed to find. Few others gather round, each knowing the purpose it will serve us, save us.
I take in the shear power of it above me. It grows and grows with no beginning and no end, there are some climbing up, and others slowly descending; heading towards yet another beginning, I look back once. To remember the things I'd learned, I loved. I stretch for the first bough and foothold, frustrated when I can't reach. Then up and up I go, I look back again, and there you are, helping me on my journy. I pull you up, too. And then begins the adventure. We will ever spend oure days climbing higher the limbs of the tree of life. Living, learning, always looking up, moving forward.
Pushing each other along until we can survive on our own. Until we know our love and ourselves. Then there will be joy. Then ther will be progress. There will be change. There will be sacrifices, failures, success, trials, love and hope. Mostly hope, fo a world and i life that means more than a past. Fort he ability to give up tomorrows and yesterdays for right now. To froget what if, just to live. To give yourself completely over and over agian with no fear, or strings attached. Just Hope, and maybe Love.
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 6:52 PM UTC
though the ends we may go ,
reward is the journy after all ,
the meaning all along !
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
I know im a fool,
But i know what im doing.
I let you fall but i didnt catch you.
I dont wanna hurt you, so i stop the game
The real thing is... im afraid. Afraid to follow what i want.
I know how it hurts, i could feel it too...
I dont wanna make my feelings grow deeper coz i know that it would not gonna work. Cant you see?? Were not in the same world. Its imposible to love some one whos far away from you..
It's okay to hate me, i deserve it..
Im ruthless.
This is for your own good..
I do believe in destiny. If were in the right path at the right place and at the right time we will see each other soon. Lets continue the journy without hesitation.. see you :)
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
On the count of three, my journey begins
Through soft silence touching my bare feet
Three: Too much noise in my rucksack to carry
malignant, cancerous, deceiving on the contrary
Swallowed by silence and my rucksack is free
pure!
**** that constant pain I had to endure!
Two: My heavy eyes search for an end
at the far end of the sea.
My eyes fallible and fed with grandiosity.
The sea sniggers.
A sudden closure.
One: The journy pulls me through like magnet.
Not that I feel ready.
Not that I feel.
Not that I think.
Not for a moment of certainty I move or blink...
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC