The dark churning ocean is all around me

My small sailboat being tossed in the waves

I tell myself I’m not lost, only wandering…

But the storm clouds just pile up

I am lost amidst it all

Chunks and paragraphs of words that tell

Meaningless things but are filled with emotion

As genuine as the crystals embedded in the cave

Unable to get out….or are they unwilling?

And my heart is ever overgrown with ivy—so beautiful at first like that inspirational quote you put on the wall but slowly you realize it’s poisonous and eating away at you

And my thoughts are only plaster thinly veiled with gold like the party lip gloss everyone belittles and loves

I’ve thrown coins into the well countless times

Just for a wish to glance my way

And maybe never again—

Are my hopes and dreams destroying life?

Everything I’m not noticing—

I dig through my memories

Caught like faded Polaroid photos that are only collecting dust and are lost forever

And I ask if I’m going anywhere at all

Am I lost?

I’m chasing after the harsh north wind

Like I don’t know what it’s like to crush someone’s dreams knowing that you had to if you wanted to be something

Like I don’t know not every star gets a chance to shine or even twinkle before fading into nonexistence, deep space

Like I don’t know I’m lost.

The claws of darkness and bitterness

They try to drag me into the abyss

And I feel lost to them, staring up at the sky, which still has a little light—

But it’s not for me

Because I know

I’m lost

And even though I’ll keep trying to reach for that light which still hangs there, tauntingly, glitteringly—

I know I’ll never reach it—

There are others made by angels warming themselves beside the light, smiling and waving to those below who equally admire them, on the outside, at least—through their words that fill pages when mines can’t make a sentence

The ocean swallows me and I know in my heart, to myself—

Some will always be lost.

to be buried in your own mind. 

he stands at the corner of tomorrow, the darkness

licking at his heels. it's one of those nights, where

the complexity of his being threatens to swallow him whole.

he is the picture of

promise, with the world open to his potential and the

approval of authority stamped upon his mind; and

he is exactly what the world would

despise, destined to disappoint

every last one of them. he is

indifferent to the conversations and chaos

around him, living in a quiet bubble; and

he is a firecracker of passion, an aggresive beast at the slightest

annoyance, an obnoxious reveler around friends. 

he carries so many burdens and expectations and desires, and he is bright and clueless and lonely and loved and hopeful and despairing.

and he holds nothing, and he is nothing.

the clock strikes twelve; he rounds the corner of tomorrow without ceremony.

today could not be more miserable. 

this is a great prompt, my brain just didn't work well enough to make a good (ish) poem...

Lonely, and afraid, I’m lost 

Old paths open but they disappear quickly and are lost

Staring blankly at what I’ve seen before, I’m going in circles, I’m lost

Touched by gentle arms, I’m home, no longer lost

Labyrinthian by Rainbow

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Inspired by Jaybells location 

-Lost in the Universe

Somedays my mind gets clouded

And I float above the white

Gravity has lost it’s meaning

Dreams drift out of sight

Visiting the heavenly beings

That rule the galaxy high

Stopping by each one to collect

A meaning, a feeling, a lie

Drifting by Mercury

Gathering the mail

Collecting speed and trickery

Neither can fail

Circling Venus

Feeling beauty loved

Bidding farewell to

The goddess of the dove

Earth I pass

Been there

Done that

Life is never fair

To Mars for strength

Battle the war

Of my own mind

A loss that’s still sore

Learning to be the leader I need

On Jupiter, it’s electrifiying

Bowing to the sky while still holding my own

You would never catch me crying

Saturn- hey, hows it been

I don’t know who you’re based off

Kinda embarrassing, I know, but your rings look gorgeous

I’ll just leave *cough cough*

Dive into

The wide deep blue

Getting hurricane power

Of Neptune

Uranus, king of all

The first of the last

Giving me the knowledge

Of the past

Pluto you are the end

Of this glaxay

Give me bravery of death

I think it that it is also the end of me

I have traveled 

I’m still missing

Can you help retrieve me

I can’t help my reminissing

But I can’t stay here alone

Lost in the Universe

My whole life I've been lost—

Lost in the Universe, lost in my mind.

I once read being lost was the truest state of being,

A journey, an adventure, a style of existing that means something more.

I wonder if one can truly be lost if they were never found,

Can you be lost if you have no destination?

Of course you can, lost in a life with no direction.

I'm lost in conversations,

Lost in everything that's been lost.

I immerse myself in a sprawling past and lose my time going forward.

I lose myself in books and the sway of music,

Find myself wandering and lost when they end.

I am a creature devoid of being found, a vagrant, a Lostling.

Lost in space and time and the social world,

I am eternally

Lost in the Universe. 

I would have said I lost you.

We rose together, spreading long, feathery wings and soaring over the treetops. The wind whipped by, exhilarating, and I was one with it, free as a bird and full of joy, glancing down. 

I saw skis scraping the trails. I saw two girls biting into thin slices of pizza. I saw them drifting off to sleep in the same room. I saw one hopping onto a seat attached to a zipline, grinning as the other pulled a long rope while walking down the path.

And then, just like that, we fell, your wings tucked, mine out and flailing, anything to stop ourselves from hitting the ground, anything for us to fly again. We hovered, inches from landing, making it all the more clear to see what unfolded.

I saw one girl talking enthusiastically to another, while the third girl that was used to being the second stood nearby, silent. I saw the first girl, her hair cropped short, complimenting the second’s exact same cut, while the third fingered her long locks, her head down. 

But we were off again towards the clouds, and I put my thoughts aside. Mostly. One simple sentence gained nothing but a weird look, and the nagging memories disappeared.

Until the second fall came. 

I saw many things that time. One stood out.

A long-haired girl, asking of the universe, What is wrong with me?

She was a desperate girl, bewildered, unsure, needing reassurance, which was never given.

So the girl took matters into her own hands and stopped her effort, pulling away.

She often thinks about what used to be.

The only regret is waiting so long to sever the ropes that restricted her.

She flew before, but now she can, truly.

I would have said I lost you. 

No.

You lost me.

do you ever wonder where your hopes and dreams go once you’re broken?

a land of the lost, perhaps; littered with single socks and car keys and promises—

what could live in such a world?

imaginary friends and dust bunnies? merely shadows of the world, teeming with emptiness.

past endless fields of asphodel, for nightmares are never lost but dreams become

twisted with jealousy. dust them off and unpack the boxes of your childhood

do you also pray to not find them empty? 

do the gods go there when they die? myths forgotten, powers drained,

insignificant in this ephemeral reality

(this is where you are scared of going. for you know you will go alone)

this is why you feel love and joy and grief; this is where the darkness of your worst days escapes from

days when what’s lost is your resolve to do anything but cry

but I will pull you out of that abyss.

I will hold you until the end of time and after; if you only promise to remember me,

I will remember you.