Tumgik
waveofmeaning · 2 years
Text
I stay still to listen to my voice which has drifted with the wind. My soul has gone with it like a tornado that has stripped a house of its foundation and I gone with it. Briefly I seen where I once was as I was thrown to a different destination. Landing roughly, bones splintered, I lay pained. I stare up at the never ending sky, wishing for a wish to come true. For all the falling stars I saw, none shined bright for me. If only to wish another tornado can move me forward....
3 notes · View notes
waveofmeaning · 2 years
Text
Just a little something of my own thoughts.
Stuck in a loop, not knowing where to go, not knowing how to start. Filling time with meaningless things to feel something. I drain myself with endless nonsense, simply just observing the lives of others while avoiding mine. The media which was meant to be social is just the orphan kid outside the window of a family on a Christmas night. The family gathered by the fire looking happy, the orphan wanting that and more. The warmth, the companionship, and the life better than theirs. “Wish that was me”. “That looks better”. The wishes in the head says. “Influencers”, Here to influence the way you think and the way you act. What about the voice inside you used to just listen to? What about just looking in, instead of out? All these outside voices have clouded your mind with, “their thoughts”. They aren’t yours, just influential, convincing in their own right. Shut off the noise. We are our own souls seeking satisfaction. “Creators”, be satisfied with ourselves not everyone’s approval. For now we share our lives, this image of appreciation. Its on the rise, acceptance, seeking acceptance. We all wanna be accepted. Maybe just accept yourself first and continue. My friend
 Be only influenced by your searching soul, the true desire within.
0 notes
waveofmeaning · 2 years
Text
“I hope that in the end you’ll be satisfied. Not only satisfied, but happy. I hope you’ll tell me you gave your best and on days you couldn’t, you allowed yourself to rest without feeling guilty about it. I hope you found love at some point, that you cherished it and did not take it for granted. And when it crashed and burned and you held the shattered pieces in your bloody palms, I hope you could at least learn something about yourself. You grew from the things that broke you. I’m so proud of you for staying soft in a world that tries to harden your heart every day. I hope that at the end of your days you will not regret anything you did and didn’t do. I want to hear you say “I made mistakes and I fucked up, but I lived. I lived through it all and looking back, I would not change a single thing.””
— I lived / n.j.
630 notes · View notes
waveofmeaning · 2 years
Text
Cleansed beyond a fear of knowing my choices
Living in existence, to live.
The moment, the matters, the motivation
I just choose to live, to egress depression
and just make small steps in a better direction
Lets just be frank, are we really making the choices?
Are we really trying?
One thing is all it takes to keep going.
To hold on a little longer.
The little things do matter, the sun, the breeze, the rain even.
Those are the moments that build into great memories. Don’t forget the little things. Nothing great ever started elegant.
2 notes · View notes
waveofmeaning · 2 years
Text
I just wanna say to the very few..
Who have true ears to listen
and a mind to think.
We of the same kind appreciate you.
For we all think the way that others can’t see.
Beyond a realm of natural thought
An existence in a separate plane.
Be a thinker my friend, for that is the only way to be.
0 notes
waveofmeaning · 3 years
Text
Power to the Machine
A machine works well when there is a source for its life.
Whether that be an outlet, battery, and or some creative contraption molded by a creative genius.
It only works when its connected to the right source though

You can’t give diesel fuel to a gas engine. Nor can you give someone allergic to peanuts, peanuts.
Here is the point of this all. We all need a connection of sorts, that is US. What is our life blood? Whether we enjoy social interactions, or being the life of the party. What brings you to life and makes you alive?
I pray that everyone who ever reads this realizes, that finding who you are sooner than later, will make your life ten times more grand.
4 notes · View notes
waveofmeaning · 3 years
Text
Late Night Stillness
I ponder all thoughts
when things go silent
my mind restless
in the stillness
Things Become clear in the quiet
Those are the best times
for my best thoughts
The world is a slumber
The noise stops
Oh here I am
Finding my true self again
3 notes · View notes
waveofmeaning · 3 years
Text
Solo Survivalist
Grasping at vines, yearning to feel the earth hold place.
I have lost what I have gained,
I am but a man stuck in a hole reaching for roots and branches to pull me out, but I cannot.
For eveything I pull, it falls before me, my hope dwindles.
I yell for help, but no one hears. Do I just yell internally? Am I speaking to the jungle of which I have brought myself to isolation?
My Dear,
You shouldn’t have gone alone
.
0 notes
waveofmeaning · 3 years
Text
WHY I WRITE
I write to live. To breathe
Fresh air from this polluted world
Walking through a new home into
a place with a renewing embrace.I Cleanse My Soul
Pouring water from the mountains over my spirit.
To believe in my truth, reflect, and be rid of a troubled self.
I sit on the mountain top.
I listen to the stream.
I watch the fireworks with awe.
I stare deeply into your eyes.
I’m alive
I live in the moment so that I may continually live.
1 note · View note
waveofmeaning · 3 years
Text
I wanna live like a skydiver
A desire to change, yet temperate
I’m on the edge, terror grips me.
Toes at the edge, shifting slightly, I move
Like a slug inch to inch,
till my toes hang over
Can I jump?
Its so much safer on land instead of free floating for seconds.
But the feeling after
.is the FREEfall
A state of no control yet bliss,
Is that what they mean by free?
A letting go of oneself with no control
Yet its what you wanted.
Let life take control for second
Tumblr media
1 note · View note
waveofmeaning · 3 years
Text
The Wanderer
I travel as a spirit, through walls of my home
aimless in a direction, floating, meandering
paths traveled repetitively like a patrol awaiting action
What if I possessed something with an obsession to be beyond my ghostly worth?
An obsession to be alive
an obsession to have a heartbeat?
Is that what a ghost is? With a regret for life so yet they still live in the world?
Wish they had done more
Wish they had seen more
Wished they lived....
Tumblr media
2 notes · View notes
waveofmeaning · 3 years
Text
A Parent in the Present and Future
Alone on a day meant for family or a father.
Memories come to mind. Of all the good times.
A father being a father, a mother being a mother.
but so has that time long gone.
Now I sit in a diner alone
at 3 in the morn
How pitiful life may seem.
but look how far I’ve come.
How much I’ve learned.
For all those out there with a broken home.
Let this be your call, look how far and strong you’ve learned to become.
Your own family you won’t let be the same.
0 notes
waveofmeaning · 3 years
Text
Lets Be Real
I took a long trip down to a pit I felt was safe
It was a pit of no return yet I felt comfortable jumping in.
I jumped but realized it was still too soon to make that jump
I grabbed hold the ledge and pulled myself back up
What was I thinking?
My friend called out, “Hey what are you doing?”
“Sorry I thought I was ready to go”
“Let me get you some help”
and so a change began.
 I went to a village, to speak to the chief healer.
Told him my story and he listened intently
He said, “You have an issue of the heart and you still do not believe in yourself”
How right he was, I lost all cause to longer stay above ground for I wanted to venture to the world beneath.
He said, “There is so much more to life if you were willing to venture forth and try”
“It won’t be perfect the first time, but that is why life is an art.”
“It only can only be created to be perfect”
My eyes were opening and my heart was listening. Words he spoke so true.
I left that village with knowledge in my back pocket to see what this world has to offer. I allowed myself to change and to be transformed into the happiness I saw.
My mind was trapped in a box I only knew, but I jumped out of that box to see what is outside.
So far I have had an adventure of a lifetime realizing that such is the rest of the world fleeting. In the moments we see, so small are the moments that make us so real.
0 notes
waveofmeaning · 4 years
Text
The Thoughtful Mind
Thinking on things consistently
before final decision rests.
My thoughts consume my soul
before action doth commence
In Limbo, I dwell with paths left undisturbed.
Stay There I will, things are at stake.
These things, That thing, those things
Worry...
Paralysis....
The Hamster Wheel.
My brain works as such, consistent in movement
yet no true motion achieved.
Step off the Wheel
A decision must be made
The Truth cannot be known
It is your Manifest Destiny, To Life.
2 notes · View notes
waveofmeaning · 4 years
Text
To Heal, You Have to Stop the Bleeding.
-Please for your own sake
0 notes
waveofmeaning · 4 years
Text
Thoughtless Night
Looking to take a night on the town before the night ends.
Solo I ride to pursue life’s night pleasantries
I wander, seeking a fulfillment of my time
before I realize I do hunger.
I peruse the web for my next destination.
After careful searching and examining of various destinations
I stumble upon Paesonos. Searching for the next fulfilling experience.
Davis, CA, interesting location indeed, home to the university. Much to experience, so I’ve been told.
I indulge in their delicacies; Ravioli heated and filled to perfection; refreshing cucumber gin; and to top it off with Pork Fusilli. A well suited meal I might say.
An environment of sound to soothe the troubling spirit and weary soul. Drifted I did, into this welcoming experience.
With all that twenty-twenty has had to offer, This might be the one lasting memory I can take from it. One that is pleasant, kind, and full of bliss.
let the night press on
Tumblr media
0 notes
waveofmeaning · 4 years
Text
Lost at SEA
I’ve distracted myself from facing myself...
to voyage into nothingness, numbness, paralyzed.
The only rewards I seek.
Exhausted to progress, aches of today
Creeping into tomorrow
Dreams? like an abandoned wrecked ship deprived of cargo.
Precious but consumed by the thrashing and torrent of waves by the Monster they call SEA.
Aggressively battering the hull till it gave way.
The void filled its spaces, till there was nothing left but darkness.
A ship in an Abyss of Nothingness
Tumblr media
1 note · View note