The Wandering Mind

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Comment by H Goudry on September 14, 2012 at 7:50pm

I lay here shriveled and dried out
No longer do I float along life's highway
No longer does the wind of change propel me
My long journey took me on many adventures
I flew along the rivers of the sky
I floated gently around the whirlpools and eddy's of life
with time elapsing I lie and let the wind take my dust
upon another journey

Comment by lightworker on September 14, 2012 at 6:26am

 thank you all for liking my poems. i only what i write what i feel at the moment.  i do apologize if i didn't put up any new poems but i will. just been busy thank you all love you all and be blessed each and every day

Comment by lightworker on September 14, 2012 at 6:24am

                        

                         run run running away from them.

                        breathing hard i see them from the corner

                        of mt eye.

                         runing down an alley they follow no matter

                           i go they follow.

                           i can hear them talking and laughing

                           in the distance.

                           oh, crap they have spotted me

                           what or where should i go

                          my back is up against the wall

                           time is running out.

                           then it goes black. they can't

                            see me no more

                            i have dissolve.

Comment by uadiale ernest on August 28, 2012 at 2:48am

meanwhile, is there anybody here who can help me go about publishing ma novel? internationally of cos. title is, CONFRATERNITY.....the other side of brotherhood....

www.tinyurl.com/confraternity-novel

thing i'm trying to ask is if i can get a deal with any of the publishing houses anywhere in the world?

Comment by uadiale ernest on August 28, 2012 at 2:35am

i'm so glad there's a group like this here. i hope to learn all dat i can here. thanks.

Comment by Lady Vampiress on August 16, 2012 at 11:49pm

Invisible girl your poem on April 18th is amazing writting. enjoyed reading it truely.

Lady Vampiress

Comment by lightworker on August 12, 2012 at 9:54am

                  

                                     The invisible girl

             I am running so fast my heart is beating out of my chest. I am running through the woods seeing blurry tree tops as i pass. I stop. I look around for one bloody second.  he is there beyond the shadows hidden by the trees. so i pause long enough to look around.  I canstill feel him all around me.  Knowing that I will be his prey. Pray that i don't get myself killed this time so i run           run so fast my legs and my arms are hurting.  So i see a nearby place to stay hidden its deep within the forest beyond the trees i figure He can't see me here. i am hidden. there are others who are protecting me so i have to be wary of the masked one. maybe if i stay little bit longer he wont see me. suddenly he see me  over there in the shadows . i feel him taking my energy. taking my very soul  and i am wary and i am frightened and i just am a deer caught in a headlight. Not knowing what to do or what to say. then i see them my army surrounding me. they are a wonderful army strong men who will fight for my honor and they get this masked one. they fight them with there swords and blood is everywhere among the trees among the bodies that lay asunder. then he is there my knight in shinning armor. he whisk me away from this bloody caranage and takes me to my castle among the trees. i am safe now among my kingdom.

 

Comment by lightworker on May 4, 2012 at 9:27am

                                

                     i am here walking through paths of people on either side of me.

                     i am too meet the evil queen and her minion.  i see these people

                    they are laughing at me, throwing rotten fruit at me. i have iron cuffs on me. my feet too are cuffed. these guards are dragging me through dry soil on a hot day. my clothes are tattered and smeared with blood and grime. i am brought to this queen she is evil and everyone knows it . the town can't do anything about it because she makes the rules within the town. so there is a hanging rope nearby they tie me up to this hanging rope . a black bag is tied around my head so i can only hear the muffled sounds of the townspeople.  they have charged me with treason and death by execution. i can hear them say start execution. so i feel the pull of the rope and know that i will go somewhere higher plane. knowing i will be in peace within the spiritual world.

Comment by Kellia Ramares-Watson on April 18, 2012 at 5:18pm

Ghostgirl, that's a good poem. No writer's block there, Heh, heh!

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