Biography of Rambling Dreamer
A 21 year old girl trying to make it in the world. I love to pen down my thoughts, feelings, dreams in the poetic world. You just might get a glimpse of who I am through these poems.
Rambling Dreamer Poems
You And Alcohol
You know what the thing is? I've never done this before. I have always been in control, I've always chosen what I do and what I say. And alcohol is something that nips away your control at the bud.
Once again I'm there, once again I'm in that space. Once again I'm stranded, Once again I'm groping in the dark, And there is just no hint of even a tiny spark.
I want to love you I really do I want to be with you You know its true.
You are beautiful, Maybe not the magazine cover shot kind of beautiful, Your beauty isn't skin deep, It's a beauty everyone can only hope to keep.
When you're stuck on the lonely dark road and no one in view, Just always remember that i'm the light eagerly waiting to be found by you. And after all that we have been through, All i can wish i u know by now my feelings are true.
It's funny how a single touch of yours makes my senses tingle, I know you feel you too... It's funny how your bold moves make my toes wriggle You know how to make me move..
He ran his fingers down my back. I could feel the chagrin and thrill coarse through him as he slid his fingers across. He touched me with his lips ever so gentle and with a fervent tremble.His hold on me fastened. I felt his teeth clench.
And so I let go, I refuse to fight the wave, I would like to believe this is not my end. This is not how it will end for me,
By The Window Sill
She sat silently by her window sill and stared out onto the busy jostling traffic on the road. The thoughts in her mind, The raging conflict of emotions in her heart, All in a similar jumble.
The ups n the downs We've bin through em all. You've bin there through the smiles n frowns and helped me come up after every fall. You are my first best friend.
A Memory To Cherish You can make me laugh, you can make me cry,
I feel lonely and out of place, I fool people so easily with the smile on my face. This bully seems to be winning, his name is life, The feeling of losing to him is like being tortured by a knife.
You are beautiful,
Maybe not the magazine cover shot kind of beautiful,
Your beauty isn't skin deep,
It's a beauty everyone can only hope to keep.
Your beauty is hidden in your soft eyes,
Anyone who says or thinks otherwise,
Hasn't given you a chance to mesmerize.
Your beauty can only be shone
When you smile even when you want to mourn.