In a time, In a space, The world changes, And I stay the same. You can't see, How I change, Relative to the speed of, The meme, You just made. I could never move that fast. And it's hard to see why you want to.
Author: Wandering Poem
The Tight Rope
The tight rope, Walked, The balance, Between, What you need, And, What I need, From me. An, Impossible balance, An, Impossible tight rope, To walk.
Now is the Time
Now is the time, To mourn. All those lights snuffed out. Now is the time, To mourn, Even if you didn't lose anyone, Lend your tears to those who did. If you don't, We may soon run out.
The Eye
The eye, The eye in the sky, Looks down on all, Judging a world, Unfit to call home. The Eye, The all dreaming eye, Looks down on the waking world, And can't understand, The truth of it all.
Context
How odd that shapes on my screen, Can be given meaning, Through nothing, Nothing more than context. Perhaps context is far more powerful, Than we give it credit for.
A Random Update
As things return to calm in my life I hope to once again post more here on this blog. But there are still things that will probably get in the way of that. Life being what it is I doubt I’ll be able to post as much as I used to. Once a week seems well out of reach for the time being. And the fact that I still have other projects I’m working on that require my attention is another factor I’m going to need to take into consideration when the time comes.
Also it needs to be said that my other project is more important to me right now, and it has the possibility of making me money, something that this blog simply can’t do right now.
Of course I still love writing and will continue to do so as often as I can here on this blog.
Another matter of business: This blogs name is–well it doesn’t make as much sense as it used to. I no longer just post Poems here, and I have lots of fiction and other fun idea’s as well. But I have not really found a good name to replace Wandering Poems with. So for the time being I think I’ll keep things as is, and if changes need to happen then I’ll worry about them then.
I think that’s everything for now, until we meet again.
The World Distorts
Can't see, The world distorts, And all this time, I've been looking too close to me... To notice, The danger just unfocused, Waiting to hit, And end my dream.
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The world distorts,
And all this time,
I’ve been looking to close to me,
To notice,
The danger just unfocused,
Waiting to hit,
And end my dream.
Something
A thought, A feeling, A moment, A meaning. Trying to make something, Something, Worthwhile, Making it out of nothing, Using only the electricity in my brain, To manifest meaning, On this page.
Dark Eye of the Moon
The Dark eye, Of the crescent moon, Looks down through the fog, Judging humanity. Is it me? Or is the moon closer now? As I drive along this highway. Is it trying to get a closer look, As I drive home along this lonely road?
Dreaming to Soon
I wonder, I wander, At what point to ponder? These dreams full of wonder? And odd thoughts, Asunder, Cleaved in two, A blunder. Dreaming to soon.