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Rebel Heart Apr 2017
Well life never goes as planned
And some dreams never meant to come true
So I'll forever be stuck in the sand
Though I just want to start anew.

A clean slate, A clean soul
With no past haunting me
A new name, A new goal
To live like I was meant to be.

No more bad decisions
No more stupid rhymes
No more dealing with feelings
Or any more tough times.

I'll keep my mouth shut this time
No sharing secrets or more pain
Be the perfect person I want to be
Not this broken girl gone insane.

Then maybe I can make her happy
That little girl stuck staring at the sky
And turn these useless words to something
So life could be more than a lie...
Part 3 sneak peak (unedited version) of my new lyrical journey collection "Destination: Life".
Please leave criticism, advice, ideas, or just stop by to say hi in the comments. If anyone would be interested in reading more parts of this, feel free to message me. :)
Rebel Heart Apr 2017
So sick of seeing familiar faces
So done with this whole joke.
So tired of the same old places
And these memories so broke.

Well you told me it'd get better
You sang it to me in rhyme.
But words can't make life sweeter
And I'm just stuck in time.

My plastic smiles have faded
My hope vanished somewhere.
The only option left is to run
To I don't know where.

Running away from myself
While trying to reach this goal
Never running fast enough
To escape out of this hole.

So tell her sorry for me
The little girl with so many dreams,
She just wanted to touch the stars
And not be so broken at the seams...
Part 1 sneak peak (unedited version) of my new lyrical journey collection "Destination: Life".
I dug up pieces of this believe it or not from middle-school me and decided to edit it and make it into a great collection.
Please leave criticism, advice, ideas, or just stop by to say hi in the comments.
Dasha Apr 2017
Sun and sea. The best combination.
Warm sunshine gently plays with the surface of dark, salty water.
As my train quickly passes tunnels, the sunshine bounces back at me each time one ends and the other begins.
Blinded for few seconds I smile at the warmth I receive through the dusty window I sit next to...

I sat on this train for one reason...
I wanted to get away from this muddy season,
To get away from these many people,
Sick surroundings and daily fever.
I wish this train had no destination
Just let me stay here and travel ages...
Tell me. Please tell me the name of desired station.
My type of travelling creates new pages...
Train stops. One more sensation.
Ghost town. Forever forgotten...
Should I stay here or travel further?
Sea glimmers. How not to sink right to the bottom?
Engine starts again. Moving faster.
I remembered days with my dear father
I am just like him...The Journey Lover...

I've got a name and its Adventure Seeker.
The closer I am to things I love, I get so much weaker.
Smell of the breeze, old books, fir needles,
Moist after rain, rain droplets,
The sound of fire, cracking noise...
Heartbeat...quicker and quicker
Forest and fog my A.L.W.A.Y.S choice
To be found or lost?!
Excitement grew bigger.
I am euphoric when I travel places
New station..one last destination..new blurry faces....
Flashing lights,
Damp nights.
Dark skies,
Billion stars.
****** moon,
Thoughts doomed.
No humanity, no regrets.
One-on-one with nature and its threats.

I've got a name and its Adventure Seeker,
Prefer outskirts over sin cities,
Keep no secrets, but a passion keeper.
Civilisation- long time dead lilies.

I took this train for one and only reason,
To get away from this deadly prison...
“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” – Robert Louis Stevenson
Maria Russo Feb 2017
And you
would you jump on a plane
for me
that would be able to steal a star from the sky for you?
I'd steal it
so that you could come after it
to realize
I'm both
destiny and destination
Lady Bird Feb 2017
echoed steps faster pace
shadows on every corner
running with no destination
tripping over her confusion
she's now on the ground
eyes covered with fright
Angie S Jan 2017
Sometimes I am afraid
to begin something new
because I don't want to end up
just short of my destination
or rather I
don't want to find out if destiny
prefers my misery over my dreams
or maybe it's easier to
never begin in the first place and
I can waste away lying down
instead of dying in the heat of battle

if I start something new I also risk
losing my way  (again)  and
with things as they are
I should avoid new beginnings
I should stay as I am,
stagnant and afraid

yet I long for the feel
of the earth beneath my feet as I
walk forwards
for it is always stable
I hit "the zone" today. The poetry zone. I wrote this minutes ago in my journal fresh from my wandering thoughts, hence the title.
The toughest part is the first step, especially when you dream of running
I hold the rays that light the bay
Early in the morning
I smell the salt and taste the air
as the day is forming
The gulls turn wing and then they fling
their Feathers to the sea
The clouds peer pink as they sink
lighting comes a storming
The air picks up and cools my cup
of coffee that remains
I step in the boat that's sure to float
knowing the journey's waiting
The planks are sound , the masks come round
the ropes and fibers straining
A chop that blows , the tide it flows
the ebb of life has past
The sea's dark gray and appears to say
your albatross awaits you
Whatever's to be is alright with me
I'm not captive to this world
I drop my sails , ring three bells
Here ye , here ye , here ye
I set my course without remorse
destined for eternity
I used to live in Panama City , Florida .
Nick Moser Dec 2016
I'm just a spoke on the wheel.

And the journey I've been on,
Has been tiresome and painful.

But I keep turning,
Hoping that I will soon reach my beautiful destination.
I will see you soon, down the road.
Late night drives
always help me think
the farther away from home I get
the further I see in to my future
dazzling lights
blur on the speckled windscreen
then starburst through the dust
I can never seem to get off my specs

Don't wanna turn around
not feeling the need to go back
the closer I get to home
the more memories that come back
of a life I've lived, of one
I could never get on track
the road is wet I should slow down

The steering wheel my punching bag
my microphone, my audience
a place to rest my head when I'm sad
empty seats are empty
just like empty me without the envy
and
I can't see the street signs
'*** I don't care to
.
.
Drive safe
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