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Richard Williams Oct 2014
Travelin' hard,
Hoppin' train cars,
Seeing places that were once afar,
Hear the clickity-clackin',
Of that railroad a-cracklin',
Watch my feet start tappin',
And my lips start rapping,
My words start unwrapping,
As I start unraveling,
Some hysteria I've been feeling,
This road I'm walking,
This person I'm turning,
These people I'm befriending,
The choices I'm making,
The path I'm taking,
It's leading somewhere alright,
But only a small light is insight,
For this outlandishness I'm a-feelin',
For these feelings I'm a feeling,
Why can't I be good enough,
To pursue what I want to do,
I'm not the type of guy to deny,
The feelings that are nye,
How I live, how I breathe,
How talk, how I walk,
Should all be determined by me,
Not some farmer type taking notes,
Like I'm some sort of overdue goat,
No matter what they say,
If I think I can find away,
I'll do what I need to do anyway,
Confidence can be attacked,
It will effect the way you act,
If I can believe in myself,
I can do what would benefit ones-self,
And that's to remain happy,
Not caring about the negativity,
Of ones unfaithful liability,
Or your own self,
Trying to prove your wealth,
Prove your good enough,
Prove you can do everything,
Prove you can be anything,
Prove that you can do what you want to do, To yourself,
Tell yourself your full of gold and silver,
You won't need the confidence to do a thing,
You already have it,
And only you can be blamed,
For letting it boil into shame,
Take your dreams,
And pursue what you want to do,
Don't let anything or anyone,
Spoil your fun in the sun,
Because you never know when you will get a new one,
Instead of wishing for a time machine,
Trying to get a blast from the past,
Just hop on the same train I'm on and let the good times last.
Traveler Dec 2020
This poem begins with
an interesting headline
designed to grab
your dire attention

The body builds
on more outlandishness
rhythms and rhymes
paradoxical calculations
oxymoronic wisdoms

Now the  ending
of hope paired
with the introduction
of enlightenment

Coda
exposed feelings
the end
...
Traveler Tim

What a relief
newborn Jan 2022
i want to love you

i want to hold you during autumn by the fireplace

i want to cuddle you in the pitch black and know that i am safe

i see plenty
thousands
of people my exact age
with people they love
or they wanna spend
more time with
i ache
i want you so bad
but
who the heck
will you be?

i want to be so engulfed in you that i can’t speak to you
dream of you
or lay awake with you
cause my heart will burn
and cause the cream bedsheets
to become the same exact color
as the fire my heart contains

i want to be able to kiss you
in the midday rain
pieces of you fit in me
glued together

i want to be so far gone
that if you break my heart
i will throw a fit and tantrum
resorting back to who i was
at five or six years old

i want to talk to you for hours
upon hours
forgetting that time means
anything more than numbers
becoming so invested
that the words i write
can only ever be your name

i want to walk with you
in the gloom of the
three a.m
drunk hour
wasted on each
other’s smiles
giggling and chasing
after one another
like in a chic flic
dreaming in
radiant
and gorgeous colors
all over
our clueless yet
satisfied expressions

and all i really want is
to be able
to lay by
you
and not worry
about not making
a peep
be whole
be full
be you
around me
i didn’t sign up
for another
you are the only
you are you
and i am in love
with the ashes
and madness
and nightmares
and insignificance
and flashes
and outlandishness
and you
mr. beyond sadness
lay with me
in the hush
of the nighttime
your flesh
and mine
and only
two hands
holding the flow
together
you and i
once i have
no worry
or anxiety
that’s when
i know
you will
love me
unconditionally
can anybody find me
somebody to loooove

— The End —