The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

Hi, I know, I'm late, But better late than never, So here I go. Since our day is not TODAY, I think you need reasons, For my DELAY, I mean even the once among us, WOMEN. So yes, I'll be honest, Firstly, I forgot that we had a day, Secondly, I was not bothered to raise my pen, Why? Cause everybody was there to appreciate. So what made me write about it today? Actually, I can explain, Let's start with my first excuse, If you are Okay? As a young woman, Or shall I correct it as Lady? It sounds more classy and polite, That's my opinion, you are free to have yours. So, yes coming back to giving excuses, I forgot, cause I was busy, Yes, very busy on a holiday, I was busy worrying about my career development, I was busy, worrying about my future, Cause, I'm single, I was busy, worrying about further education, Cause, this is the age to complete. Yes yes yes, I was worried, and still I am, Cause they force me to worry, They say, as a GIRL, I need to earn while I'm not y...

Dear Mr. Darcy,  I thought you should know, This world is fake, Try to see, a little bit more, Than what they show, You'll see there's a huge change. Dear Mr. Darcy, I thought you should know, How my heart disobeys, Even though I moved, to a different floor, If only you knew, the magnitude of this pain, But how? I never leave a trace. Dear Mr. Darcy, I thought you should know, When I felt that you've walked away, My heart cried, and left no trace, There's no tear drop, you'll see on my face, But a smile, that only turn my eyes red. Dear Mr. Darcy, I thought you should know, I pretend, I don't care anymore, When I see you, my heart beats a little slow, When I hear your name, I step on an icy road, Weirdly my heart is under your control. Dear Mr. Darcy, I thought you should know, If in case, your mind has changed, I swear, I was true to you, for sure, For your grand arrival, I patiently stayed as...

Dear Mr. Darcy, There's bridges, that needs burning lately, I wonder, should I burn them at once or slowly, Being hurt once is better, obviously, But being hurt too much, at once, is risky. Dear Mr. Darcy, I don't feel the pain, of this wound inside me, Nor the odor, distracts me, The scar looks like, an usual part of me, That's how much, the delay in the burn, hurts me. Dear Mr. Darcy, I stand at the edge of the bridges, I've soaked them with petrol, In my hand a burning candle, I stepped out, leaving my sandals. Dear Mr. Darcy, I left everything, that touched my hassle, I burnt all at once, yes this heart is stubborn, But Dear Mr. Darcy, the bridge between us, Is made of Pure Diamonds.... -Natalya Ludwick-

Papa, I've never cried, so hard in my life, I've never cried, this long in my life, I've never thought, of ending a cry, I've never known, sorrow has no time line. Papa, I tell myself, be strong, Cause I have to accept, that you are gone, No body can help me, life has to go on, I can tell it to myself, but papa, it's hard. Papa, I neglected, my blog for a while, I missed her, and Mr. Darcy's smile, But I couldn't write, a single line, This unexplainable sorrow, I felt for the very first time. Papa, I seem to be alright, That's what I should show, to the world outside, But Papa, this burning larva inside, Burns my eyes, and sends down tears, every night. Papa, there's a lot, that I need to write, But the keys are damp, they too might cry, Maybe not for the words, I write, But I don't want my tears, to soak their eyes. Papa, this picture, was clicked that day, Uncle clicked it, cause I'll...

Yes, the pages, of my diary, Has been empty, lately, Not because, my mind is empty, But because, it's too noisy, I don't hear, a single word, clearly. Yes, the pages, of my diary, Are soaked, with salty water, frequently, Not because, I've forgotten, my vocabulary, But because, of my tear drop's vanity, I don't find, a single word, to beat it's quality. Yes, the pages, of my diary, Got maroon stains, they were red previously, Not because, I painted them, happily, But because, my heart cried out, this tragedy, I don't find, a single color, that explains so brilliantly. Yes, the pages, of my diary, Has gone wordless, there's no clarity, Not because, my mind has, gone crazy, But because, she wonder, cluelessly, I don't find, a single thing, better than an ink free diary.... -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

I've felt pain, a million times, I've cried, oceans, that covers miles, Coming out strong, with a fake smile, I was tame, when my tears dried. I've been shocked, by thunder strikes, I've sat quietly, in tears, while I let time fly, Getting back on my feet, I realized, It was just a chapter, in my book of life. I've lost, when I thought, the win was mine, I've knelt down, with a blur vision, as I chant why, Lifting my eyes, I saw beauty, in the sky, Though the victory shine, it was about to ignite. I've reacted to situations, each and every time, But this pain, shock and loss, that's about to collide, Have locked me up, I know, I'm sad inside, But I'm locked, in a haunted house, they've switched off the lights. There was pain but no tears, when cookie said goodbye, I've failed, to convert my pain, into tears this time, I'm annoyed, I want them to be punished, for their crime, I di...

Dear Mr. Darcy, It's me again, The one who writes, To you everyday, I'm sorry,  I'm unable, to post them, daily. Dear Mr. Darcy, This season, I learn, While I'm trapped, in an iron fence, Life goes on, while I helplessly stay, I'm worried, a loved one,  In my family, would bid farewell. Dear Mr. Darcy, I've not heard, from you, for a while, As life goes on, I hope, you continue to shine, Have you, forgotten me? and if it's so, It's alright, throw my letters, to the flames, Your expanding kingdom, in my heart, is safe. Dear Mr. Darcy, To save my blog, From been renamed, Is it alright, If I write to you, Within short breaks? Dear Mr. Darcy, In this life's voyage, There's lessons, to learn, everyday, One lesson, I share, with you today, We complete, just one course, During our stay. Dear Mr. Darcy, What's in my heart, I wish, I could say, More clearly, someday, Bu...

From a distance I see, She stands, at the edge, With a hopeless face, To the world, she wish,  To bid farewell, Maybe I should talk, To her heart, She might breathe,  For another day,  If I help. Just below, I see, On the bumpy hill, They are having fun, As if they are mentally ill, With the highest speed, They could ever reach, They are about to crash, Maybe I'll signal them, They might not get hurt, If I help. A colorful bush, A flower bed, Bird songs reigned, As they build their nest, The evil hiss, to be heard, But quietness instead, As it observes, it's prey, Maybe I should, chase it away, They'll continue to sing, If I help. Seated on the branch, As the tree stands tall, Observing the surrounding, Like a ghost, after its death, I hear, a loud voice say, Whenever, I go out of my way, To save a smile, In no time, they make me regret, But Lord, they did worse to you, So who am I, t...

The sun goes down, But it’s light, Surely returns, With the moon. The fruits fall off, But it’s seeds, Graciously multiplies, With the trees, they grow. Tear drops fall, Purifying the eye, To heal the heart, Who wish, to stop at times. Rain drops fall, Releasing the weight, Of the heavy sky, To give life, to the ground that's dry. On my knees I fall, A sobbing soul, with bleeding eyes, Lying on a bed, of rose thorns, A crushed heart in my palms, Like a puzzle, impossible to combine. To rise back up, And walk in a path, Filled with beautiful roses, That delights, my heart. Stronger than ever, In the arms, of My Jesus, Experiencing, the greatest,  Love of my life. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Isolated? hmm, they all disappear, Of course, the coast, was very clear, Better than your? you have no clue, But fortunately, that voice, I did hear. Your words echoed, at a stretch, in my ear, Change, is for sure, what we all fear, My clueless heart, agreed with you, She seems to be, too stubborn, this year. She's gone crazy, this is, so severe, To fall for you, she does, volunteer, I fail to fight, the love glue, I'm glad, you don't, sneak peak in here. Imagine, he reads, what's hidden here, I slapped her, pump blood, don't interfere, I underestimated, everything else she can do, Here comes, her army, she's the brigadier. She chained me, on to, the chandelier, Everything she wrote, I read, in fear, Aiming her head, I threw, my shoe, Now I'll hide her, in my blog, right here. This is how she began, to write in sincere, That unexpected hour, In my favorite color, Out of the blue, You did appear, ...