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wanderlust of the heart


i want to feel it all
every tear, every dream, every pulse of light,
i want it to sink into my soul
and bring all the meaningless mundane alive…

i want to feel everything
i want to feel the loss of a love so true & long
then the liberation of breaking free
and swim in the wanderlust of exploring abroad…

a petrifying fear that turns me white with cold sweat
as my senses leep into a keen awareness of every sound,
and the senseless reckless desire to just face every dare
and then a peace of rocking in a kayak with water rushing around

i want intense passion and joy and an everlasting love
to feel the that winning sensation of accomplishment rise
i want to feel the mundane, and feel the urge to run
and then to know deep down that i’m both a fool and a prize

i want to feel it all
and then travel to even more lands.
to gather sands of emotions
that i can let run through my hands…

but more than anything else,
i don’t want to gather treasures here in this life,
but memories and loved ones
full of every meaning brought and felt alive…

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freedom within


Freedom is what they all claimed they wanted
but they built chains onto their walls & doors
then they wor armor out into the world
and wonder why they can’t frolic away from mundane chores?

and i am your girl for taking chances
on just about anything but hurting my heart
though i’m starting see you get what you give
and i’m tired of only getting a little part…

oh so not yet, but someday soon
i’ll learn how to love & be loved too
oh, i’m not alone, there are others who
want to be truly free before they say ‘i do’…

so don’t rush me just yet
give me 18 months and then
i’ll fly home and say when…
then i’ll start to love again.

 
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Posted by on November 1, 2013 in Decisions, explore, Faith, Future, Hope, life, Poetry, travel

 

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Littles


and it’s a little bit tiring
oh my feet are throbbing each night…
and it’s a little bit boring,
feeling myself falling into daily lines…

but it’s a little bit sweet,
the satisfaction of holding on again
oh I’m a little bit stronger
each time, i wake up, & face the world again…

oh & life it’s a little of this & a little of that
and a little of pushing through the slack
it’s a little of missing a little of wishing
then a little bit of happy with where i’m at

and i figure all the littles
they all make one big big world..
and it’s the small things that mean the most…
so it’s good so good, just being a little little girl

 

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