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beneath the yellow moon
i dreamth of having a walk with you
side by side
holding each others hand
never letting go
come rain come sun
though through the storms of life never waved
Be brave enough to walk awayAnd don't look backBe brave to say goodbyeBe brave enough to go your wayBe brave not to tell a lie.
A large mountain
In a desert of azure
Rich are its streams
Inviteful are its odyssey's
Observing the wild seeds
Many paths known
Disoriented in a deep forestnoticing a strange looking treewhose dry bark was greatly gnarled,camouflaged well within its trunkthrough its knots it appeared like an old man with a long beard of white
Visions of the sunset—
It sets every night,
Sometimes at 7 o’clock,
Sometimes at 8 o’clock,
Sometimes at 9 o’clock.
Wonders of the world have me feeling small.
How many adventures I haven't experienced.
Open the doors and embarking in the labrynth.
Time to explore those wonders once and for all.
Luckily when they fell they fell on a humongous pile of leaves, but even the leaves felt like falling on piles of rocks.
There was one time where monsters, fairies, and other mythical creatures existed, but there was one creature that everyone feared...the dragons.
SHOOTING STAR
Shooting star Yet so farDancing on the ocean breezeSoundless musicPlays on let it burn with ease That's what it does....
I eased my eyes wide open
As the day had already started
My uneasy mind is stranded
Lingering effects from last night’s last call
The nights are hard to handle
And the pills are hard to swallow
The sun's fire is fading,
as night's ocean rises.
Cold.
Endless.
Dauting.
I am not afraid,
for the night does not conceal.
It reveals something more,
Would I do it again?
I want to say yes.
I want to say I wouldn't change a thing.
But, is that really true?
Could I really do this all over again?
Am I strong enough?
Is anyone strong enough?
I write today to the ones that matter, praying to his glory that these crystal dreams dont shatter. I write today to the ones that stayed, through thick and thin; might or right, their steps never strayed. I write today to the ones with soggy s
It’s hard to remember but sometimes I think of my neighbor’s garage. It was silver and white. He gave me a pair of vintage suitcases that had travelled to Paris. They were blue. I went to the emergency room twice as a kid.
This little light in me
Lost between the forgotten colours
Stuck in the never ending waters
Drowned with the words in the wind
Cries with rays and lightining and swords
This little light in me
Bring me your poetic thoughts
From far off lands
And daring tales
of adventures you missed.
Show me your wild lies
With wild eyes
And speak poetry
to me.
What’s the meaning of life Does anyone truly knowIs it all about finding someone Or exploring it on your own
To my friend,
my cousin.
You represent someone who is exactly what I wanted in a father figure.
My real dad is afraid of everything, and has a hard time being supportive.
Words falling off the page
Undone beds and ticking clocks
When will it stop?
Blurry faces passing by
Inkless pens and endless stories
Which one is mine?
Always chasing after the moon
Words falling off the page
Undone beds and ticking clocks
When will it stop?
Blurry faces passing by
Inkless pens and endless stories
Which one is mine?
Always chasing after the moon
A way to spread happiness
A place for joy
A way to educate
and no place to be coy
A method of reflection
And a way to foresee
A method to make a connection
And the best way for me.
Our grandparents had given me ten dollars
as my late fourteenth birthday present;
my little sister and I made the mile-long treck down to the corner store.
"...even though we're not even supposed to be
Nothing new seems to pass by me.
Only few occurrences surround me.
Nothing to make me feel desperate,
Nothing to make me feel longing.
I close my eyes to feel alive,
It was passed along in whispers,
among the children of paradise
that deep within the wetlands
rested a treehouse few had entered
Determined we set out,
to find this place of ledgend
Diving into a world unlike any known.
You delve through with no known limits.
A place that you can call your own.
No fear or concern to withhold my words.
Gazing at the beauty that only I can create
I don't know who I am except:
Borrowed atoms
Bad timing
And love
I don't know where I am except this moment
With a smoke in my hand,
My hair in the wind
Meeting eyes with you was like staring at a picture that has been hung in the living room my whole life.
You were so familiar, yet you never failed to catch my attention.
We were in love once, not long ago.
You said that you could never let me go.
You kissed me with all of your energy
Maybe that's why you set me free
Instead of giving me a necklace
Made up of his hands
We sit in his Grand Cherokee
And listen to our favorite bands
Dear Self,
Sometimes when it's late at night
and I feel like my room is the only vessel
drifting through a black spacious ocean
with the constellations above,
some bars of light will begin circling around
We had no plans and began to drive
Into the small town that had tried to hide
From a paper map, hung on the wall
it would seem to be fields that only stretch on
Dear Childhood Self,
The giants surround you
Filling you with feeling
But what feeling?
Wonder, excitement, joy.
Half a mile of red.
Oh my dear,
Before you were born, two stars held hands, and said, "let's run away."
They went to a shady diner on the planet Pluto to devise a plan, when they found a solar gun.
they say that in order for someone to
live,
someone must
die.
and now i must know.
who was the one who
died
We run further into the night
The city lights gleaming, city lights singing
We live for now because the time is right
The promise of youth and its inevitable time being
In a soft whisper, he said let me take you somewhere special, please
With my hand in his, he guided me through the trees
My eyes grew wide when approached the hidden place
The glitter filled water
So walk
With me
And take my outstretched hand
And continue on
With me forever
To the ends of the land.
With each step
We take
Let us take it as one
For we are
Two bodies
The mood was right;
headache,
loud noises,
babies crying,
tight spaces.
You notice all the curves and lines you would have never saw.
Ty is the name of a boy
who is my friend
that takes me on the occasional adventure.
I'll never stop writing about those adventures.
He used to live in Springfield, right of Centennial.
She believed that it was true, reality.The touch that lead to a warmer sensation inside.The laugh, the voice, the comfort.Complete silence, and pure happiness.She soon found out that it was a moment.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, pleases let down your hair.
Your beautiful but uptight, do not hold yourself captive up there,
Your so smart, but oblivious,
Destined for something so... great, however unaware
She dreams of the ocean late at night
and longs for the wild salty air.
We all know the beauty of waves at twilight;
But she wants sails bathed in starlight,
Winds raking their fingers through her hair,
She locks her door and makes her bed
Hopes to see him soon ahead
Opens her window but is quiet
The empty night is so silent
Out the window she will climb
To meet her lover right on time
I was once a spoiled child.
Taking everything for granted, I hardly stopped to notice my way of thinking.
Forever complaining,
Hardly thanking.
The Girl Who Was Also a Map
It was winter when I first met her
I did not quite realize what she was
Because of the cold, she was covered and concealed.
Her mind tunes to Rameau as She dissects the Earth,From Her solemn seat in the gardens of Eiffel.Pondering mysteries She has wondered since birth, A usual trait of Athena’s DiscipleShe eyes each lone soul with the keenness of KantAnd wonders their
“X” Marks The Spot
I wandered
aimlessly
lost
at
sea...
This jungle of a world has mislead me like a hex.
And for every time we touched, It felt like New York was still and quiet; And Las Vegas had gone dark; Big Ben down in London stopped ticking;And the flow of Fallingwater seized; Venice stopped sinking, And Rom
I see friends travel,
experience new things and
step onto foreign gravel.
They walk a different path.
My experience is less than half.
In the wonders of my mind
I've been lost for many years,
Without a doubt or a fear
I am completely me
I wake to the song of a thundering call
A summons to a world just beyond
Lost long ago in the grimoire of time
An empire forged by rune and sword
The far away lands of spires and lore
I'm on a path, my destination is uncertain. I wake up in the morning with excitement and grit knowing that I am on an adventure. I look forward to continuing my journey each day, knowing that I will reach an exciting unknown.
I've gone around the world.
I've gone to seek,
the mountain peaks
To swim every lake
without any breaks
To climb the trees,
And overlook the seas
I''ve gone into the tunnels,
When heroes in stories awake in their beds
and feel the great Sun which caresses their heads,
do they take hold of their armor and say,
"I will begin some great journey today"?
As the sun slowly rises
And gently wakes me with the touch of its ray,
Together let's go on a grand adventure. Just you and I, exploring this world that we live in.
When I hear the pitter-patter
on the roof after a long sunny day, I
think. I think about what it must be like
to be a raindrop, or even just a molecule
of water. To be able to go anywhere, or would
The crisp cold wakes me by nipping my nose.
The sleepiness leaves me from my head to my toes.
I look at the clock and groan so loud.
It’s 7 o’clock it’s time to get up now.
But instead of readying myself just yet,
I french kiss the morning,
And open my eyes,
The sun is smiling; the clouds are high,
I jump out of bed, and grab my book,
Then search in earnest for a quiet nook,
I finish my story and hike the trail,
You will never know the feeling of freedom that surges down my spine,
The shiver that cascades through my veins,
As we race against time to make memories.
Fresh sun fresh start and we've got
people to kiss
mountains to climb
waves to surf
food to eat
ideas to create
We dont live forever
and the mornings just begun
so lets start the chase
Adventure comes with opportunity,Opportunity comes with the unknown,The unknown needs faith. Taking steps with faith will lead to new doors,New opportunities, and new adventures.You just have to be brave enough to see it.
I met a shy girl once.
We were at a night club on a karaoke night.
I challenged her to shots and she said,
"If i get drunk I might be tempted to sing."
"Would you sing if you were sober?" I asked and she said,
Everyone and everything here is old; archaic.The new things and people are but copies of generations before.Arranged a little differently, perhaps.They are restored classics; cliché- yet contemporary; chic.
London brown and Tardis blue.
The next time I see your face you may be someone new,
But when I look deeply into your eyes I will know that it is you.
Be the one well traveled,
hold truth higher than your comfortand your faith will set you free.
Hot cocoa burned
Lesson learned
Rotten milk
Blanket of silk
Flightless birds
Spoken words
Chilly night
Candle light
Chocolate tainted
A prank elated
Laughter, smiles
Music is powerful.
With it,
nothing cannot be achieved.
Even when trapped on a
deserted island,
an iPod full of music
can become a vehicle
for the mind's eye.
New York is where it began,
I knew I'd be the worlds greatest fan.
I had an imperishable fever to roam,
my hair would never need a comb.
I knew to be truely free
I would have to lose all that was "me."
I.
Am.
A reader.
A starry-eyed dreamer
Who holds worlds in her hands on a daily basis
Escaping from the hum-drum to a mythical oasis.
I'm a devotee of words, a disciple.
Over oceans, over seas
Travel takes you where you please
Some can lived enclosed in boxes,
But that’s not for me
Through the jungles, past the woods
Seeing cultures, learning new ways
It is weird that I am here.
Trapped.
On a beautiful island I cannot call my home.
I have no cell phone, no coffee, no friends of my own.
Deserted, I feel..alone.
A soft breeze rolls across
The hills of my aunt's property.
Wheat nearly ready to harvest
As the Summer quickly draws to close.
Moonlight pours from a cloudless night sky
Onto a canvas of stalks -
The taste of despair slowly passing through my lips as I swallowed.
Into the dark alley people joke and smoke blowing air onto my shoulders.
Where are you from you don't belong here written a long the walls.
The lemon grass scent belonged to her pecan tinted skin.
Her stare soft but filled with a pinch of fear.
When the breeze roared and fell on us heavy like a brick.
In my dreams
I stand before a wall
of perfectly aged stone
That crumbles at the mere touch.
Inside lies a more perfect beauty-
The city within.
I stumble up the grand, weathered steps
Traveling is what many long for,
To travel when and where you want.
To travel the world is to live free,
To live free, is to live happy.
Happiness is not a destination,
It continues beyond the hardships of one lonely soul.
It reveals the truth behind a hidden, haunting ghoul.
It charges the explosive passion within oneself.
It ends the overbearing pain one once felt.
I'm stuck
in my head.
I've run out of luck
my brain and my heart; they bled.
I'm stuck
and I just want to get out.
Climbing through the muck
my head just screams and shouts.
Trapped in a beautiful reality,
Twirling my Mobius strip.
Walking on burning fallacy,
Standing on the edge of spontaneity, I flip
into the abyss—
blinded by the power of silence
A little white feather on a boring swan lay,
wanted to go on an adventure that day,
so he unbuckled himself from the coat so white,
and sailed off without any fright.
Over the meadows and trees he floated,
There is something divine about uncertainty
To know that blessings are just around the corner
Maybe you are the blessing
Maybe I am the blessing
There is something divine about being a blessing
they say change is a bad thing
I always heat "nobody likes change"
I don't find this true
I live for change
Change brings adventure and beauty and new life
Change brings new chances and adreniline
The quill slides over
and into the inkwell
the battle 'gainst evil begins
then promptly the clash
of the two sided sword
rings louder with the side that wins.
a story, a plotline
We used to sneak out at 2am
rolling downhill in freshly dewed grass
We used to catch fireflies that would eventually die
convinced that leaves would sustain their lives
I’m a big fan of stars. Stars have the ability to make you wonder and make you think. A million thoughts cross your mind when you’re looking at the sky, as if there was a different thought for every star.
Amongst the dulled murmur, a clear song rises.
Even as the chains bind our arm, our hearts soar free, only hindered by the limits of our imagination.
I was made for the adventure.
I was amde to live life to the fullest.
Yet even so I was made to fear the unknown.
I was made to fear the consequences.
I was made to want,
I wasmade to fear,
I neither love nor care
what they say about me
I am my own
and my own is me
I am the one who will
decide where I go
I am the one who is
traveling this road
Without these filters
I
Am
Human.
The pain that I feel
Emotional or physical
Is real
The laughter I have
The Wander is a nomad with a purpose. The Wander walks without fear.
I hold my heart close, knowing I can trust the tides of the waters rather than lips.
The Wander is free.
We passed along the Colorado River
many times that dark October night.
And each time you said to me,
"look for the water"— I called out
to the darkness bound to the road
and there was no reply.
Green light filtering down
Upon a floor littered with stone
Littered with glass and dust
An unmoving body stirs
A tunneled room lay before him
His vision clears as realization dawns
Adventurers' hearts
follow my trail as I roam
Soaring ever higher
bits of debris on the wind
sparkle
My need for adventure is a must
To try new things and to adjust
More memories is key
To feel alive and free
No adventure in life is unjust
I'm addicted to the feeling
The animalistic violence
Biting lips and sparring tongue's
Fighting for dominance
Gasping between hurried kisses
Living in the moment
Forgetting that time is passing
I hear a knock-
Subtle at first, then louder.
A soft whispering:
"Come see the world!"
Should I open the door
Or hide in the dark?
My fate lies open
Like a country road.
Carry your mind with curiousity.
Indulge in every wonder within sight,
Keep your senses open.
Something grand is just beyond this road;
This path is leading you to adventure.
We are not made for the aesthetic affinities.
Your life is not a helicopter shot from a Planet Earth episode.
You are not for the mountaintops and dawns and shooting stars.
The faint smell of burning plastic, wood and marshmallows,
Artful graffiti surrounded us as a reminder of our more reckless and youthful days.
As I look forward, I feel an icy blast,
the bright blue envelops me,
I am powerless to resist,
Life is one giant adventure and I am an avid adventurer.
I want to be heard by the cities that have been calling my name since I was born.
To a certain extent, I want to stay sheltered in my hometown forever.
She looks at the moon
She starts to sing a tune
a dream she had this afternoon
In the desert she would roam
Looking for a place called Home
Were that is she doesn't know
I heard you speak now I want to hear you more
I heard you laugh now I want to make you laugh more
I saw your smile now I want to make you smile more
I saw your eyes now I want to gaze at them more
I almost cried when we left Ireland.
It was so green,
and the people so friendly.
A weathered land of legend and song,
the prettiest place I'd ever seen.
The Alaskan sky was gray and wide.
A world without people is like a sky without rain You can't support anythingBut when I look at you.I feel like I'm alive againBut fear courses through me like nothing I've ever felt
My paper, Blank and voidNothing comes to mindAs I write, nothingInspire me I sayStill I have nothingMy poetic words, lost
Adventure is out there
I'm deternined to find it, experieve it
Whatever I do, whatever may come
I'll make it all an adventure
From brushing my teeth
To going to class and one day, work
Persistence is thisodd thing.It pushes us past our limits—it is an unpresedenceof our capabilities. It is fueled by a why and produces a legacy.
Midnight Rhyme
By: Anyssa Q.
If it is charm you seek, within me it will not be found.
If it is a harbor which you search, here your ship will not be sound.
Mid the evening as I walk along the shore,
Inside of me a burning comes, like one never has before.
Beyond the horizon I long to be, far from land and out to sea.
I jumped off the edge of the Island of Existence and swam to the End of Time,
I ran till i came to the stuff dreams are made on and danced with the jolly green giants,
Sweet scents swirled in the night
all for naught
no one could smell it;
The brilliant red, radiant petals
Get off of me—
You dreadful chains,
You sable smog.
You make my life miserable—
So uncomfortable.
I want to see the world.
I want to feel God's breath on my skin.
Kids are lighting fireworks
on the two streets that make a Horseshoe
where the Dallas county line breaks
off into anarachy; a word that looks like two lines of dirt
made by the same child’s hand.
The unlawful romance that never seems to make it. doomed from the start because we all know there isn't a story book ending for me.
hundred tiny white shells at my feet,
I have to tred carefully.
Suddenly they crack,
and I'm falling.
What happened?!
Did I do something wrong?!
Down a hole where nobody goes,
It is the greatest passage I have ever been in my entire life.
It is like traveling to Paris, France for the first time and wishing to stay there forever.
Why walk on the pavement of conformity
When I can enjoy the plush Earth's dewy grass?
Ascending to uncharted skies,
Where the thrill of discovery
Is more than a balloon ride.
A sea away,
Endlessly long days,
No sleep at night,
A few fights,
Plenty of giggles
New food that jiggles,
Chance of a lifetime,
Cost way more than a dime,
Want to go back,
I’ve found Uranium and played with it.
I’ve been to the top of Mount Whitney in the freezing cold.
I’ve studied petroglyphs in rocks.
I’ve gone through caves that most people don’t know exist.
"thank you for flying!"
seatbelt latches snap open
briefcases are hoisted into the air
a ruddy-cheeked boy's hand is yanked
into the aisle
all at once
containment is impossible
Brace all of those that you meet. This life is not certain, it is not steady…But the power to control it is within yourself.
Believe in the best in others, but be wary of the misfortune they may bring.
A blank
page
just sitting,
waiting,
for my
words.
A blank
page
just sitting,
waiting,
for an
adventure.
Emerging from Pentagon Metro Stop,Escalator-tall,Scarved by Mother,Booted by the Cat's MeowThrift-store back in Corvallis,I realize and remember thatThe last time boots felt this way
In this crazy, unorthodox life, I am a traveler. I don't let the enraged boundaries keep me from exploring the untouchable. I seek adventure in the smallest of miracles,
I went out in search of an adventure.
I travelled far and wide, alone,
when I finally found what I’d been looking for.
I came across a waterfall
cascading down rocks of different hues that
To begin something, with a blank mind
to begin somthing, where only time
can tell you if it's what you thought
only time spent, to figure what you've bought.
Most people never begin,
And with four little letters;
hinged off the corners,
of your lips,
you changed the world.
And out of nowhere;
You are always waitingBut what are you waiting forAre you afraid if you go out to find itThat it may leaveOr that it will end up where you once wereSo shall you wait forever for something to happen
I left them behind in the airport
and forgot to look back
Eight months and twenty-eight days
this country has been growing in me
kicking until I crumble and stand back up
Entangled with the path of wandering
I find myself often here pondering
Which road should I take?
Can I go back?
WIll I forget?
Confused I find myself tangled here
Ropes from friends and other 'Dears',
Smile or pain
Which will it be
to speak with a voice
or let action take the lead
Should I go south,
through a maze I know around
or should go north
to maze that looks unbound
You've always wanted to be a hero, an adventurer.
As a child, you probably had the fantasy of taking on some fantastic task or daring endeavor.
I'm just walkingOn an adventure you might sayThrough day & night Who knows what I might find?We may just be lost in the wildWhere the wild things are What do we know?
What does writing mean to me?
It's a way to make my words flow, like wind through trees.
A way to show on paper, the picture in my mind.
Despite the fact that I can't draw and my painting skills are way behind,
I fear that as I grow older,I am not so much getting wiser,But rather, imaginativeIn hiding my lack of knowledge.
I am leading a half-real life full of adventures and written words.
My life is as fragile and vibrant as these cut out pages but I hold my spine straight with my soul proudly printed and displayed.
Cigar smoke,
possibly from Belgium,
wafting through the air.
Children’s laughter;
the chime-like sound
of babbling brother and sister, perhaps.
A thin silhouette
Anchors aweigh sir, pray, sail away.
Those of Courage and Might this ship will stow.
The sea calls out good sir - I must obey!
Let us leave land, rock, sand, this very bay
Flying among the stars
On a sliver stretch of moonlight
The words go past me
Flying of the page
Writing means the world to me
It’s what I feel in a new scene.
A poem filled with all my mind
Imagination’s not confined.
I paint a picture with my story
Of dragons bright in all their glory
I seek adventure
I know not where I go
I'm not an extremist for
I dare not go there
I seek a strolling adventure
one that has beauty
and time
and power
and sweat to get there
She stumbled
She fell
She got up and she walked.
She stumbled she fell
She got up
And she walked.
She stumbled
She fell
And she stayed there.
I crave to see the world.
I have a lust rooted deep within myself for adventure,
A hunger to pack my bags, pack my life, a camera, and someone I love.
The desire to travel has always clung to me.
Wow I cant believe I finished high school.
This feeling I feel is too cool.
I thank my mom for everything
and when I have my amazing job I'll buy her anything.
I want to be the best I can be
Wanderlust
I want to see the world
I need to experience the sectional wonders
And gape openly at this earth’s natural splendor
I want to see the world
I must explore every inch
We each have a well inside of us,
filled with exhilaration and craze.
It is our driving force.
It is the host of every moral and desire we once entertained.
It is the common truth that connects us all,
When you look at a tree,
With its monstrous trunk
And shining emerald leaves,
You see only a tree.
A small adventure it was,
a mile journey.
On crumbling pavement,
carrying my sandals in my left hand.
Barefoot,
blisters forming,
small cuts from tiny shards of glass,
thrown to the roads.
Curiousity Reins,
Adventure, My best friend forever
Dare I explore the basement?
I like radio static
and sleeping by rivers
in a tent,
with wood smoke as my blanket
and campfire glow
as my pillow.
There go circus man doin' that old clownin' pose.
There go hobo man tryin' on that red foam nose.
There go circus man hangin' with them trapeze girls.
There go big top man off to take him in that world.
Staring out my window
I think today is going to be the day
Listen to the wind blow
Alaska I am on my way
They all thought that I was crazy
Well I have not heard much from them lately
