Challenge 86 - Wanderlust

[Corupt2057]

wan·der·lust
n.
A very strong or irresistible impulse to travel.

DQ'ed DFelon and MMPR

[Corupt2057]

Holding in my Hands (An Edward Scissorhands Song)

Forgive me if I know not.. right from wrong,
This time alone.. has only caused self doubt.
And I've been cold now.. for far too long
Such an exciting feeling.. now that I'm coming down.

Beauty like this.. never existed in my mind,
But now you're staring at me.. from a picture frame.
Pacifying my wanderlust.. in this pastel paradise,
Invoking a realm of wonders.. in a marvel of landscape.

I can't handle these common delicacies,
And everytime I try, I leave another scar.
Lonely years didn't teach the daily intricacies,
Only bleedin' in the dark.. and before you judge me-

(Chorus)
Try holding in my hands,
These less than perfect hands..
You can never understand!
What I've been subjected to,
Trying not to wreck,
Everything you do,
If you try holding in my hands..
Maybe you would understand..
(This shame... my pain)

You all say you know a doctor that can help me,
Yet I'm unique.. and you wouldn't want to change that.
This isn't a handicap.. exceptional is what you tell me,
Get all you want.. just to turn on me..

(Buildup)
I know I'm different but not everyone knows,
The effort of my inexplicable lows..
You warm my invented heart,
That was only kept froze-(Hold me)
I can't wrap this pain around you.. (Hold me)
I can't, I can't, can't you see!-

(Chorus)
Try holding in my hands,
These less than perfect hands..
You can never understand!
What I've been subjected to,
Trying not to wreck,
Everything you do,
If you try holding in my hands..
Maybe you would understand..
(This shame... my pain)

(Chorus Extension)
Love returned is simply shear heaven.
Sharing with me.. a real life,
Was something that was never given.
With these less than perfect hands..

(Bridge)
I'm the snow maker, you're my angel of ice,
Let's dance in the debris.. of an invisible life.
I'll make the winter if you make the lies.
Bring on the heart ache.. that tears up my eyes.

(Chorus)
Try holding in my hands,
These less than perfect hands..
You can never understand!
What I've been subjected to,
Trying not to wreck,
Everything you do,
If you try holding in my hands..
Maybe you would understand..
(This shame... my pain)

These less than perfect hands..
(Hold me)
These less than perfect hands..
If you try holding in my hands..
(This shame... my pain)
(Hold me... hold me)

Notes:
"simply shear heaven."
'shear' is not mispelled to be 'sheer'
I just put it that way to be a play on words

[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

I lust for wander.

I'm not entering this.

[Mr. Hankie]

Traveling sucks

Out of all the things I lust for
I don't know which one I like the best
It could be the that rich mans car
Or that fine girls chest
Could it be that house I see
Out of the corner of my eye
Or could it be my parent's money
That I'll get when they die

I must, I must, I must, find the lust I lust for most
I must, I must, I must, find the lust I lust for most

Well I now know
What I've been searching for all this time
I let those feelings grow
Inside my screwed up mind
It's a secret I've been hiding
But not knowing what it was
I feel idiotic for not realizing
It's my wanderlust

I must, I must, I must, lose my wanderlust
I must, I must, I must, lose my wanderlust
It's a little too expensive for me
Every trip to Miami
I feel like I'm never home
I feel like I'm all alone.......

I hate my wanderlust
I wish it never was



Yeah it kinda sucks....

[pixiesfanyo]

wanderlust. mehr.

[Disco Dragon]

I woke up on the couch with a random assortment
Of plastic superheroes and a condom that’s pointless
No one ever told me that a normal life is boring

With a little less time to consummate pleasure
I’m looking to the clock to relieve this pressure
But no one ever told me that a normal life is boring

Nose marks on the window
Blurring up the life I ran into
Stay and watch me break my back
For the one who keeps me in limbo

Eating breakfast at the table we got high on last night
And though the eggs didn’t scramble our brains got fried
So much for the boring and the normalness you warned me of

Paper lunch sacks and baseball caps
Cockblocked my last chance to get in the sack
My attacks fell flat, and I’m on my back

A quick pick-me-up off of the ground
Sends me out into the world and out of this town

My hands feel greasy on the knob of the door
But my wanderlust itches at my feet on the floor
Thank you for the warning of the normal life you told me
That I wouldn’t ever fit into

Postcard from Mexico
Pose the kids and send me a photo
I don’t have much time to chat
I hope life’s not too boring to miss though

[RunAmokRampant]

New Blade

Mercy, what a lovely gift from the strong,
That the wicked patronise the weak,
And a forced invitation of redemption,
Grudgingly offered to me.

My pride is at stake.
But then I am the unwilling,
Who always takes careful note of the,
Aftertaste of consequence.
He mistook my announced loyalty,
For false approval.

And the streak of morality,
From one so seemingly amoral,
Spares a life worth a slave's copper coin.
To give an offer to join his ranks,
Suggests the opportunity of riches,
Women and wine,
But that's not what i had in mind.

Wanderlust is fed by the irrational mind.
Given that he seeks far to defeat the threatening.
All the while his new blade,
Carried underneath his tainted ranks,
Draws closer to prick the skin.

Give the gift of judgement and risk regicide,
To the rhythm of his funeral song I'll march,
And soon let the blood of a tyrant flow.

[6945]

Living in permanent démodé
Exiled to the fringes, in a
A life long comatose
Some where from memory
expediency unfolds
Implodes, recode…life’s
Metamorphosis on hold

Put dawn in the mirror
Attitude adjustment in gear
Throttle up…lean back….disappear

A crescent moon rising
Venture a desolate frame
Rubber on asphalt
Adrenaline drain
Reconstitute existence
At odds with the past
Hash out the wrinkles
Kick some serious a s s

The spirit of wanderlust
Fuels an imprisoned soul
No flight of fancy
Its taken control
Beyond the boundaries
Of physical planes
Brief is the sojourn
The true wanderers aim

Put dawn in the mirror

Mortal Crime

Existing in our place on Earth
a limited time at hand
we feel to explore the land
sense those commen instincts
since the moment of our birth

Dreaming of our unproven trust
these emotions come at last
so while we move so fast
we might let ourselves give in
to that unknown wanderlust

*Chorus
touching the surface, for such a short time
we feel compelled to make that climb
with all those destinations to see
all those places we'll never be
what a mortal crime

that inner feeling of expedition
wanting to explore the map
to close that unknown gap
between what's immortal
and the human condition

*Chorus

while we start to roam
we seem to always be leaving
there's a feeling of grieving
becasue for all the places we see
we never forget our home
...our home...

[Scarred4Life]

My G-Spot.

[SeasonOfTheMad]

my first entry ever "the traveller"

The path we tread is wearing down, it's coils long and can't unwind,
the nearing dark outlives the sun, the only friend of a journeying mind.

Into the forest or past the field, the town below or towards the bridge?
No path of ours is ever sealed, our road unfolds without a hitch.

Step around but not inside,
always looking so hard to find,
the resting place of my design,
the path i choose,
is just a time,
the wanderlust of a rusty mind.

Rivers of faces flow into seas,
washing their dreams off with soap made of ease,
unchain your soul, unleash and release,
fly towards the sky on the wings of the beast.

the traveller begins on an uncertain road,
forced to return when the dam overflowed,
a man only reaps the seeds he has sewn,
but we never wait to see if they've grown.

Step around but not inside,
always looking so hard to find,
the resting place of my design,
the path i choose,
is just a time,
the wanderlust of a lonely mind.

[super deluxe]

Since I did not choose the word
Someone else picked this terrible turd.
Wanderlust is the stupidest noun
I've ever seen in LC town.

Why this boring turdly word?
The lack of options is absurd!
Nobody writes a decent song
With a word so clearly wrong.

If you don't like my lyric flow
Then I think you're a stupid ho.

[jurialmunkey]

Sunday Best

This is the darkest hour, Slit throat, cut and slash to sleep where cartoon graveyards host the bleakest flowers wrought in wanderlust to give away to old skeletal victim'z of the spider'z lair who rust and rot away the widow'z ransom tied to foundation'z stone..xxx

Cemetry researved / Razorlines plot
Sleep in dirt my dear..xxx

Shower scenes scream violin concerto's,
Trailed bloody mess; Slit, Cut, Slash..xxx
The water in here my might stain my clothes,
Leave the tap running...

I've already killed myself; over you, over you..
My lung grieves the stabbing sting; so slowly, I'm dying..

At least I'm an important chess piece, drifting
in amongst chequered paranoia, dancing upon
One of those bleak crosses, dedicated to another
No **** her.. **** her..
I've transgressed aged potraits, old stereo-
types and the grey fingers of my day old twin,
Complicating things with a knife in my back;
It's so cliche.

A knife in my back / it's so cliche..



...

[ATC]

CLARITY

I've become everything the world would have ever wanted
if it were still around today.
One step, two step, another page of memories erased.
Leaning out my head, across my bitten lip,
There is no hurt.
There's no one around to see it anyway.

And some distant tree falls
Somewhere in the night.
I'm the only one awake
and its so real to me.

In my head, I am God
and I have no believers.
I dont need followers.

I've come to love all that you'd have been
If you were still around tonight.
I can't feel for numbers so you're assigned a pretty face.
I'm not good with faces so you're given your own voice.

And some distant tree falls..

In my mind, we're still alive
Some semblance of a life.
In your face, I'm insecure
and you're treading water.

I give up. I'm done.
My love has turned to wanderlust.

[Corupt2057]

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