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Not all who wander are lost
And not all who are lost, wander
Many, in fact, are stuck
In time, in place, in mind
Unmoving, they search
Never finding what they lost
Because what they lost
is the key to the chains that bind them
keeping them from finding what they are missing the most
Not realizing that what they need
was there all along, hidden inside,
buried in the coils of their desperate search
Blinded by the darkness that surrounds them,
they have lost the ability to see the light
And not all who are lost, wander
Many, in fact, are stuck
In time, in place, in mind
Unmoving, they search
Never finding what they lost
Because what they lost
is the key to the chains that bind them
keeping them from finding what they are missing the most
Not realizing that what they need
was there all along, hidden inside,
buried in the coils of their desperate search
Blinded by the darkness that surrounds them,
they have lost the ability to see the light
Literature
Depression
Greedy, selfish, attention-seeker.
“She’s probably just making it up.”
“You have nothing to be sad about.”
“Isn’t this just a way for her to get attention?”
Careless whispers from classmates and family, all unsure of my new emotional discovery.
Trying to tip-toe around their blames.
Impolite, egotistical, broken.
“Why not get some fresh air?”
“Didn’t you used to love days like this?”
“What do you mean you don’t want to get out of bed?”
“You have to just get out there!”
A misguided adult would say, trying desperately to understand
Literature
my light
lost in a daydream
You invaded my thoughts
for the first time in my life
i was tempted to give up
everything for you
you are
*my sunshine
this fire inside of me burn my soul
i can hardly breath
my tears falling
i need you
let me see into your eyes
give me your light
you are
*my cosmos
to have the chance to look at you
and taste your lips only once
please let me breath again
You are not here
but I can't get you out of my mind
thinking of you
you are
*my world
let me touch you
your soft skin like porcelain
i want to know
the smell of your skin
only once
le me be your passion
you are
*my universe
i am a white page
waiting for you to write o
Literature
Things they don't tell you.
Things they don’t tell you about losing your grandfather on a Tuesday night:
When you wake the next morning, you still
need to get out of bed in time for work, you still
have to shower, dress yourself, eat breakfast, brush
your teeth and hair;
and when your mother calls
to check in, you have to comfort her because she lost
her dad last night;
and when you call your grandmother
your voice cannot waver lest you upset her, because
she lost a man she's known for seventy years and even
though she would never hold it against you, you still
feel obligated not to cry;
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This is the first time I've written anything in... 3 years, maybe 4? Well, it's a start I guess... I'm not even sure what this is. But I liked it, so I thought I'd share it. I think many people can relate to the feelings described here.
I think this is the first time I've ever shared any of my writings here on DA (aside from one really bad attempt at a fanfic), so be nice please ^^
"Not all those who wander are lost" - J.R.R. Tokien in All that is gold does not glitter
I think this is the first time I've ever shared any of my writings here on DA (aside from one really bad attempt at a fanfic), so be nice please ^^
"Not all those who wander are lost" - J.R.R. Tokien in All that is gold does not glitter
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It's true it's very easy to relate to this poem.
I think I could have never been able to put this feeling into words, and the way you did it makesi to look easy to express.
I think I could have never been able to put this feeling into words, and the way you did it makesi to look easy to express.