Primal Elements

I was bored on a bus for a few hours. Naturally, I have a few new poems XD

Primal Elements

Primal urges
Beating heart
Gentle blows
Running start

Kicking back
Running fast
Away forever
Spirit half mast

Think with thunder
Run with lightning
Fly with wind
Senses heightening

Fast away
The elements soar
Run free
And soar with me.


Think, Write, Dream On!

Wander

Think before you speak
Look before you seek
Wander before you go
Love before you lose
Wonder before you do.

People choose so quickly to be rash without all the facts. How well is it really thought through before hand though. Wouldn't it save so many people the regrets they wish they had never done, thought or said? 

Think, Write, Dream On!

The Hidden Part of Me

The power words hold, only some will understand.

I write quickly
I write without thinking
I write with no senses
Just feeling

Not feeling I understand
Just what I feel
What I know
But can't understand

What I write
Isn't me
But it is
It's the things I can't dwell on
The thoughts that only last a second

I don't think
I feel
I feel my writing
The words on the page
The deepest part of me
The part of me I don't show
The quiet hidden part
The part that I don't let be known

So if you see it
In these brief seconds
Be grateful
For you have seen more of me then
Then you could ever comprehend

My writing is the key
What people don't see
The final part of me.

Only when I start thinking of what I am writing
Does it become something else
I let my emotions control in these brief moments
It's then what is chosen to be done with them
That makes all the difference.

Think, Write, Dream On!

Why the Hell Not?

Why say it
If you don't mean it
Why think it
If you shouldn't say it
Why imagine it
If you couldn't do it

Such depressing thoughts
Such valid points
Nothing makes sense
But something is lost

Things grown fond of
Separated
Things learned to love
Lost
Things once found
Vanished

No longer can I think
Pain overwhelms
Yet I cannot understand why
Just a feeling
I don't think I could explain
I just know
It's gone.

Think, Write, Dream On!

Regrets

Not many people look at this blog, and I am completely ok with that. I can make so many things and feel like people can hear them, even if they don't know what they actually mean. You just don't know. I made this, just for me. To keep me sane. To write the things I wished to say but couldn't. This is me. This is my little thing, my little place. Mine. All my troubles can be released here. Take it as you wish, take it as a moment, take it as words with no meaning. But it is what it is.

You should have gone
I wouldn't have cared
I could have shared
But not like this

Don't make regrets
Embrace the moments
Do only what you wish
Don't force what shouldn't be

I would rather have you go
Than know you didn't want to be there
No regrets should be made
Not with me

And so with these last parting words
I let you free

Don't hold yourself back
Not anymore
Not for me
Go
Be free
Have fun
Do great things
Don't regret
Only live

Think, Write, Dream On!