Pavement Journeys

Pavement Journeys

A Poem by Kayla K

"If you don't get lost, there's a chance you may never be found." ~ Unknown

"A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it." ~ George Moore

"Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering."  ~St. Augustine


"Funny when you're dead how people start listening." ~ If I Die Young by The Band Perry


~*~
Pavement journeys,
sidewalk pansies.
Airplane terminals,
leather bound journals.

Small town suffocation,
if I keep staying here,
my own grave is chosen.

Complexity dreams,
crushed and killed.
At destroying hope,
they're quite skilled.

Stretching pavements,
so simple to walk.
Escaping this place,
and breaking the lock.

Sidewalks below,
leading the way.
Experiencing my
runaway ballet.

Flower buddings,
peeking through.
Coming to wave,
and bid me adieu.

Airplane terminals,
full of people fine.
My airline ticket,
I finally decline.

Journal entries,
fulled with memories,
take me back,
to the place of my stories.

Retracing the sidewalk,
the flowers welcome back.
Pavements still recall,
my converse clad attack.

Though dreams may suffocate,
they still run free.
Leaving here might not be,
but it was a finding me journey.

Railroad track noises,
heard in the distant.
I'll hold my breath,
and wait here patient.

 

















© 2011 Kayla K


Author's Note

Kayla K
Feeling that urge to leave this small town again. That feeling of being suffocated. Yet I can't leave. What is it with me?

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Kat
every time i read your poems it makes me happy annddddd i can picture everything really well good job :) haha

Posted 10 Years Ago


-_____- I love small towns...

Posted 11 Years Ago


I'm sure we all hate where we live at some point or another. But are you sure you want those "Big City Dreams". It's not as fabulous as it sounds. You can't see the stars, you don't even know who your neighbors are. I really like this poem though :) Nostalgia..

Posted 11 Years Ago


Aw I love this! Great job!

Posted 11 Years Ago


"Journal entries,fulled with memories,take me back,to the place of my stories."
I love this line!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Its a part of growing up. We all get the feeling something is missing and so we want to go out searching for it. But the thing is, what we needed all along was at home. Most people overlook happiness and only when they walk away from it do they realize they had it all along and grow to appreciate it more.

Posted 11 Years Ago


dont worry i feel the same want to get out of miami and forget everything feeel the same way nice poem !:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


There is nothing wrong with you, as a matter of a fact I think that everybody gets like this every once in awhile. After living somewhere or doing something for so long you need a change. I love this poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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