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You look out to the sea, and see the horizon, where the known meets the unknown and chases into oblivion. you get the feeling there's more to everything, more to the sand that swallows your feet,
I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know where I'm at. I don't know where I'm heading, And I don't know who I am. The earth beneath me is spinning; I am here and now I'm not.
Kids divagate Because they don't know direction of life Young-adults developed To find the direction of life Adult discharge Because they know the direction of life
I'm not lost, I'm a wanderer. My feet follow no predetermined path. I have no idea where I'm going, but I feel no fear. I'm embraced by the uncertainty that lies ahead. Around the corner.
I awoke to find my passion was driven away. The reassurance that I was supposed to be here, had left its sudden stay. An engineer I am to be or so I thought - The cool shadow of ambiguity miserly besets.
How I weep for the flower that set on the shelf Not able to grow and become its true self Only to grow until it runs out of space Always stuck in the exact same place Never getting the chance to take in the fresh air
Somedays I want to run and hide. Somedays I want to proclaim my life. It's somedays I feel I'm loosing my mind and other days it's all in my sight.
What uplifts me? Such a simple question But difficult to answer What does it mean? "What inspires me?
We all search for that lighthouse When we're hopeless, in need of direction, it's not there. When you close your eyes and imagine, you can see the light. You find it.
When I dared to finally take my own steps, and when I dared to go my own direction, I found and learned about myself without the intention. I left my home country and studied abroad
Walking down the street,The cold and cracked pavement,Avoiding the glares of the people that we see everyday.Just the same old faces,In the same old places,Doing the same damn thing,
I write what's on my mind, I write as if I was blind, I write what's in my heart. There's no formal training, Or guidelines I follow. Emotions are my direction, Feelings are my guide.
Seeing everyone reach for the same goals gets tiring Sprinting towards your success wanting nothing but self-statsticfaction being proud of yourself means more knowing who and what you will be
The pursuit of happiness, What is it exactly, Where do I find it, And how do I get there. It varies from one person to another, It is constantly changing like the weather.
A mission. A mission. what am I to do? High school and college intend to point me right to: The purpose of my days, the job I am to do. Why do I feel so lost, torn and confused?