Take the long way home.
Look around as you roam.
Don’t be afraid to believe
that love will set us all free.
Take the time to view places
you once knew. Watch as
grey skies turn blue. Listen
to sounds you once heard.
It takes too long for letters
to become words. Sit. Wait
as time drives us to our fate.
Take the long way home
and take time for yourself.
The long way always helps.
It takes a special kind
of eyes to look around
and notice a paradise.
We don’t think twice
to worry or dwell on
all of the small things.
We are used to the sun,
so, when the sky rains,
we focus on our pain.
Rarely, do we let go
of the past that has
a stranglehold on us.
We choose to take
the bus instead of
taking a long walk.
There is beauty in
the things and people
we find ugly. It looks
bad if we’re judging.
Open your eyes and see
a world above and below
your feet. Seek new life
in the scope of your sight.
Create the life and love
you desperately need.
Kill that voice inside
your head – kill him
dead. Seek refuge beside
those joining you on
this wild ride. Remove
the veil covering your
eyes, open wide and see
life as a fleeting paradise.
Now or never. Not in a bit.
Not in a few seconds. Now
or never; it’s not forever.
Don’t let circumstance
make the choice for you.
Do it now before the load
becomes heavier. Now
or never – it gets better.
Something from nothing:
nowhere to somewhere.
Life born out of death.
It is now or never. Now,
never give up and start
to live the dreams you
have at night. Light up
the room now and never
be afraid to sleep in
the bed that you made.
2/4 of The Driveway Journals
Enjoy my 6th Self-Published Chapbook. Love you all and keep writing!
Listen to the audio:
Full speed ahead: Time is ticking.
Hold on tight: Time is flying.
Close your eyes to see what’s missing:
Open your ears to always be listening.
Recall your life the best you can.
There’s not much time. Believe me.
Call your friends and lend a hand
So in the end, you’ll be free.
The pain ahead – it’s very real:
So is the life I have lived.
As I get closer, I begin to feel
The misery I have missed.
There’s no stopping it: you live and die.
Your heart’s throbbing. It’ll be okay.
You’re confused; you ask why?
“It’ll be okay” is what I say.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 