I roam
in the forests
of my imagination

on a quest
to find
what can’t be found

I wander
through the woods
of my troubled soul

on a quest
to experience
what can’t be experienced

never sitting down
always moving on

I am a wanderer

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The Idiosyncrasies of Restless Mind

 I’ve been longing, desiring, clinging, anticipating, deceiving

I’ve been searching, wanting, walking

 I’ve been in love. I’ve been alone; I’d rather surrender all of my own

Because I want to give it all to you.

I’ve been singing, joking, laughing, crying, loosing

I’ve been dancing, running, hiding, reassuring

I’ve been in love. I’ve been alone; I’d rather surrender all of my own

Because I want to give it all to you.

I’ve been talking, serenading, claiming, living, hoping

I’ve been hurting, disclaiming, forgetting, learning

I’ve been in love. I’ve been alone; I’d rather surrender all of my own

Because I want to give it all to you.

I just want to keep loving

I just want to give it all to you!

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PaperDaisyGirl

I wrote this bit back on the 28 March 2010, the part that I am going to publish is just the end of a longer post but I feel as if it can hold its own.

Searching for a soul is like reading and following lines on a treasure map.

Searching for that buried treasure or finally finding that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

An entire lifetime of searching, hunting and morphing to find ourselves.

An entire lifetime to find that soul that self, was where we left it to keep it safe…

At the beginning of the labyrinth under a rock before we began to doubt ourselves as human beings.

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svkishere

She watched him being lowered down in the casket,

As he helplessly lay down, still as a stone;

With a cigar in his breast pocket and a bottle of rum by his side

These would be his only companions from now on,

Now that he’s gone!

 

That he had raised her was an understatement;

He was the best father in her eyes.

Catering to all her needs and showering her with love profound

He was always there, since her mother’s demise.

Oh! How much her heart cries!

 

She could feel an excruciating pain

Like a thousand knives rupturing her heart!

But tears betrayed her as she stood there entranced,

And they thought she was hiding it rather smart:-

Inside, she was torn apart!

 

She felt guilty as she wanted it to end!

The sickness did rob him off his life’s bliss.

The agonizing, never ending battle with…

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