Tales of the Writer

Find life. Find love. Find an escape. Find an adventure. Find your friends in the crowd. Find that one old album, find that secret spot. Find something worth dying for that’s even better to live and enjoy. Find your own path. Find meaning. Find a way away from worry. Find life.

Let’s take a walk

Let’s take a walk
It’s only just pouring
And now it’s sunny
But we’re already wet

Let’s travel around
See what the city’s like
All the nooks and crannies
Full of people and place

We can go,
To the trees in the hills,
The dunes at the beaches,
And the alleys downtown

Let’s go explore
Come on, it will be fun
We’ll run from the crowds
Or sneak into that show

The sun will start to go down
As we hike to the top of the hill
We’ll see the city turned ruby gold
As we dine on a picnic

The last bus will drop us off a few stops too soon
Just as the rain starts to fall again
We’ll laugh and splash and run through it
Too happy to worry

When the clouds part and the moon peeks out
Let’s stroll home together
Arm in arm,
It will just be a few blocks to go

We can do all of this,
See anything we want
Let’s make it an adventure
We don’t know where it will take us

Let’s take a walk

Love and lust

What happened to love
And why do we end up in flings?

I know I’m
Shy
Clueless
Awkward
And I know nothing comes easily

But are we really giving up on love?
Are we settling for a bit of lust?
Intimacy is beautiful,
But devoid of passion
It’s a hollow joy

Why do we run around
Seeking hookups,
One-night stands,
Flings,
Or anything in between

I’m told romance is dead
And to take a look around
But I don’t believe them
How could it ever die?

I hope to find it
Maybe not now,
Maybe years down the road
But I still believe life isn’t a hollow fling

I am a traveler

I am a traveler
Or at least I long to be
I yearn for the windy road
And the unexpected paths

I see it, you know
Just beyond those hills
Sunlight lands and shadowy plains.
Places I know not

I want to see the world
But I know nothing of it
My shoes not right
But my dreams so bright

Maybe I feel shut in,
Stuck in the land of fakes and faking
Or I just want to see beyond my life
And know the expanse of human life

I’m torn to shreds,
By wanderlust, by fear, by indecisiveness
By my own naive ideas
What do I know of the world?

Maybe I should just give up on this
And enjoy my own personal space
Maybe I should push this out of my mind
And focus on the now and the present

But I know I cant
I can’t shake this urge
This burning desire to just go,
To just run out of here

I want to see the world,
To be a traveler
To meet people, to go new places
And be struck with awe of the beauty of life

I want to run to my dreams
But I don’t know how

It’s cold to the touch
And sharper than a thousand blades
It cuts into me,
Deep, drawing my breath

No way back, just stagnation or the unknown plunge
The world in front of me leaves me blind
Is it dark because it’s dark and empty
Or are things so bright they drown my eyes?

It’s going to be a splash,
No quiet or meek escape
It’s now or never
The shackle or the dive

I wonder, maybe it could be better
But pondering maybe’s just another way of staying trapped
It’s time to take action, it’s time to dive in
It’s just

Life.

It's the little moments

Grow wiser. Seek out knowledge. Cherish every moment. Share a drink with a friend. Try something new. Get free. Live life.

I’m done with the second guessing,
I’m done with feeling second rate
I’m done with being distracted by cold comforts
And delusions of the mind

I am to grow, I am to be better
I’ve faltered and made a fool
Now I know what I need to do
The destination is not clear, but the path is

I won’t let my faults be my engine,
Not missed opportunities or failed attempts,
Missed loves or simple mistakes
I shall live on by what I love

I’m going to improve myself
I’m going to grow stronger and learn more
I’m going to try new things and make the leap
I’m going to better myself

New year. New day. New outlook.

New life.

Poem: I Pray in Cairo

We are the Lonely Ones (inspired by Elliot)

I was reading The Hollow Men and feeling a mix of wanderlust and hopeless romanticism. Just a quick piece.

We are the lonely ones

We are the loving ones

Crowded together

Heart echoing with love. Alone!