Poems from Meerae2863
My dream is to be able to write what I think, and not lose the meaning while it travels from my brain to the tip of my pencil.
There’s a feeling in the air – an old sensation –
Making me restless
For long midnight drives to nowhere
With windows wide open,
head...
I live in the same place I was born.
A small circle of protection,
preserved on every side by a cliff or mountain.
It’s a mystifying...
I just want to run, run, run.
Find the space I seek so many days in a row.
Get away from the world, while I can;
- before it begins to...
The brain is a peculiar component
- so unknown and intricate.
With all the puzzles and the pieces,
which we cannot solve yet.
One of...
What a difference between night and day.
First the glimmering night,
As it leafs me astray
When feelings untold shine bright.
Then...