unknown thoughts / poem

as true love fades

sadness reappears through the darkness

my past is catching up with me

when i thought i could escape it

it came and engulfed me in my own misery

the process none but five minutes

a tear fell

not only for my love

but for my pain

it came like waves

slow then all at once

my breath was shortened

why not he love me back

for all the signs pointed yes

sadly he pointed no

it's not the right time for love

that's what he says

but the future holds many dreams

but now i wander in my past

hoping for a chance to escape

and enter my future

insta - twitta - tumbla

xo, azia

poetry: wanderlust

Written on March 26, 2015.

wanderlust.

a human being is made up of so many things

no not organs, lungs, or a heart

but of buildings and towns and sidewalks

all of the small towns you've driven by

the small parking lots you've crossed

those intricate doorways you've passed through

they make you who you are

those wanderlust feelings are what makes you

they make up you as a being

imagine all the places you've been

they are now black and white

for the beauty is lost but not the soul

now imagine where you are going

colorful and vibrant

for the beauty is not yet to be seen

you are not your looks or even your personality

you are the art that you love, the places you have gone

you are an open mind of wonderful things

insta - twitta - tumbla

xo, azia

poetry: im almost there

Written on May 21st, 2014.

I'm Almost There

Azia Anderson

Almost there

It's gone quick

Right out of my grasp

Onto a new scene

Different people

Better days

This has built me up

A stronger person

Than yesterday

I'll miss it

Not by much

It'll be too late

Too late to latch on

My time...

It has come to an end

I'm almost there

But it's gone too quick

It was taken

Right out of my grasp.

insta - twitta - tumbla

xo, azia

poetry: sinking

Written on May 16th, 2014.

Sinking

Azia Anderson

Sinking

I am no longer afloat

Anchored to the ocean bottom

How did I get here?

Am I burning?

Water fills my lungs

Oxygen was stolen

In return, I got water

I can't survive much longer

Fair is what this is not

Darkness is calling me

Death awaits me

Sinking

I am no longer afloat

Anchored to the ocean bottom

insta - twitta - tumbla

xo, azia

poetry: chamber

Written on May 5th, 2014.

Chamber

Azia Anderson

Calm is what I must be

Don't make a move

Be frozen, be still

Must I die?

Must I sit here and rot?

I'm decaying, someone help me

I got myself here

Too many mistakes

Karma has captured me

How I must pay

For this is my destiny

I was born a sinner

Be silent

Someone is telling me

They're protecting me

But why?

I deserve this

I am nothing now

insta - twitta - tumbla

xo, azia

poetry: carry me

Carry Me

Azia Anderson

Rapid wind push me

I'm nearing the end

Limited time is available

Physics is not my friend

I'm in motion

Therefore I will stay in motion

The tide is coming in

Faster than my dreams arrive

I can feel the earth beneath me

No longer will I have to suffer

For I am too weak

The circulation of my blood is cut

Breathtaking this world is

Literally

My breath has been stolen

My feet; no longer on the pavement

Agree with the wind

Let it carry me

insta - twitta - tumbla

xo, azia

poetry: one-hundred years forgotten

One Hundred Years Forgotten

Azia Anderson

Forgotten years

All lost within the past

One hundred are counted

Ancestry, a part of me

A part unknown

To be found years later

Forgotten years

Yet nostalgia has a place

The very inside of my heart

To not be showcased

For they don't know the worth

The troubles behind it all

The war, the game

All forgotten, all lost

A bit of time has past

One hundred wishes

Lost within time

None to be granted

insta - twitta - tumbla

xo, azia

the dream catcher

the dream catcher.

dreams are meant to be caught

not destroyed or tampered with

never stop dreaming.

if your dreams were destroyed

it was for a reason

everything happens for a reason.

don't take your dreams for granted

there all you have left

they are you.

dreams are meant to be caught

not destroyed or tampered with

never stop dreaming

please.

insta - twitta - tumbla

xo, azia