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A chance encountera snapshot in timelife's random momentsare simply sublime....Mark Toney © 2020.8/14/2020 - Poetry form: Rhyme
i wake up to church bells and i look out the window and over my sleeping brother. the mornings are birds chirping and distant engines and the sun shines warm through white clouds
I was here before the universe was formed Total darkness surrounded me And then there were celestial lights When no life form existed, I was here I am not what you think I am
Time, Something of a mystery, A mere figment of your imagination, It dates far back into history, Growing older through each generation. Time gives each their own victory,
~ by Debi Lyn Tuesday, August 17, 2021 I love to sit with you nearby; doing so can make me cry. - Happy tears just to know you enjoy my company so.
1 to 2 weeks, that’s how long it takes to regenerate new taste buds. To replace the taste buds that once danced with your own. That tasted the sweat on your skin and the chocolate you bought for me.
First draft of our second poetry assignment for Creative Writing, required to be in some way inspired by John Berryman's Dream Song 14. Dated: 09/22/2021
Laying on my bed Hoping for hope but I’m hopeless Thinking about how time flies I was not the me I dreamt of I keep dreaming big Not Knowing what life has to offer Time flies time flies
Disbelieving darkness and frightening final sounds Relief that the eternal moment may never be found Mortality’s grip from which we all shelter and hide
Days come and go But my love for you will remain the same Time flutters through Tik tok, tik tok
This is not a joke. Some dictators Want to have a referendum And then amend the constitution To incorporate eternal immunity
"A LIL SPACE."
Don’t love me Just care for me Don’t love me Simply feed me. Wipe my tears
i awoke and pondered how the day would unfold then i paced and wondered what each minute would hold 'til the seconds unfurled and the clock hands whirled and the smirking moon curled, the night sighed, stars twirled
Now There’s A Time To DO IT... !!! And A Time To... SHOO IT... !!!!!!!! If Your Thoughts Aren’t Fluid... And You’re Being STUPID... !!! Like... Speaking Out of Turn When You’re Talk’s ABSURD...
Our greatest thoughts come in when we feel locked in our own vaults. We either... write them down, draw them out, or keep them in. But we make sure they aren’t forgotten
Why does everything have to mean anything? Because everything we hold dear Is fabricated and empty. I’m a spec who lives on a sphere.
The bloods of disdain became apparent over time I'd have trekked a million hells only to say it wasn't mine And the rough terrain was rocky and ill structured like we; Found lost, exposed, and alone each time
Time was like water, But you were like wine Sweet ocean, bruised and black Bleeding the times
Time was like water but you were like wine Sweet ocean, bruised, black, and bleeding the times Yeah, time was like water but you were wine I cant remember when you were mine
I learned through tragedy, a way in which the external world can reach it's greedy hand out and take away stored happiness I am and have been loveless and lawless and jaded and frankly, indifferent
Well a lifetime slipped right on by Underneath my wing In the space between youth and it's timeless lies A lifetime found its way ahead of me One more time I thought i'd outrun it
Sweet bludgeoned muse Perplexed in youth And made to hide away These points of view Deflect our hue In the march toward imminent decay
With each years' dawn I'm leaning toward a shoulder's setting sun For each new breath of life, we must embrace the lies we've sung
Time A wish on the horizon never turns away in resignation, dreams mock time and remember everything (they won’t forget the truth)
What is this from another time? Shall it be his, or shall it be mine? I do so wish for its perfect skin, its brief height with high raised chin.
MAKE HAY AT SUNRISE
SOFTLY HAVE FAITH They wanna bury me ain't worry, but rather I sprout out because I'm a seedling star. Stay flurry, road to glory.
TIME Time is the fastest vehicle to any destination if handled properly. It's the quickest means to greatness. #c9_fm
TIME Time is the heartbeat of all events whether good or bad occurrence. #c9_fm
Tic Toc Tic Toc Life is lived by the clock
I was promised all the time in the world Oh, but what a joke it was For time can only be stop by one, He holds the timer for our lives, His thumb is on the trigger And before it's begun, it's already done,
I was promised all the time in the world Oh, but what a joke it was For time can only be stop by one, He holds the timer for our lives, His thumb is on the clicker And before it's begun, i'ts already done,
TIME, MY RESOURCE.
TIME, MY RESOURCE.
Imperiled I stand upon the precipice no way to move forward a cliff behind Urgently I yelp for rescue I strain to find a way Up, Down, Sideways
2 minutes, and I'll see you. I'm looking forward to it. We haven't spoken in a while. I hope you still think kindly of me.2 minutes, and the wind rushes by me. It signals your arrival. I barely recognize you walking toward me.
I invited Pinky and Ring to do spider finger exercises on my guitar. It’s time I learn to stretch and strengthen. For too long I’ve been afraid to really learn to play
I've thrown away everything. I think about my decisions, the tears they sting. Wondering what tomorrow will bring; Just another sad song for me to sing. Just another attempt to conquer this thing.
I spent so many years, Doing nothing but crying. But now I'm out of tears, All despite my trying. Not because I've overcome fears, But because my soul is dying. As the light draws near,
Searching for a way to see. Reaching out for some kind of mercy. Kneeling before God, I plead, Please awaken me from this dream. Searching for something about which to dream.
11 years later, still dead inside. 11 years later, finally alive. 11 years later, afraid of what's new. 11 years later, ready for myself, part two? 11 years ago, my soul was dead.
What if we suddenly awoke, Realized it'd all been a dream? What kind of feelings would be evoked; For us what would it mean? And if I could give back all this time, Run back across the line,
Instead of seeing me as I am today all you see is who I used to be. The person I used to be is not the man I am today. Time leaves a brutal scar on us all, separating one from another.
If Time Waits For NO MAN ... ?!?
Learning that there is beauty in patience. The in the meantimes and in between times are purely important. Its almost as if the struggle that you are ednduring is molding you into a beautiful white butterfly.
yesterday i stole time i snuck in while destiny was asleep and hid the seasons away i don't want to worry that there will never be enough of it to spend with you
You’re my most treasured personality. Ria, it’s a great pleasure to love you. You’re mine because my heart adores you. Please stay beside me year after year. You’re mine; I’ll love you tonight and forever. .
Eres mi personalidad más preciada. Ria, es un gran placer amarte. Eres mi amante porque mi corazón te adore. Por favor, quedarse a mi lado año tras año. Eres mi chica; te amaré esta noche y para siempre. .
I’d like to pour out my heart to an Asian stewardess. That little beauty over there is the one I have in mind, But it certainly takes time to get through to her. I can't come up with the appropriate words to say.
we are frozen in time - stuck in the muck of the present . . © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Time travel, baby, Set me free, Time travel got a hook in me, Time travel, baby, Set me free, Time travel got a hook in me, In disguise as a young man in the city,
Neither chasing a butterfly, Nor hoping for a wonderland ; I am just_searching for colors.
A ghost came back into my life the other day. Granted I wasn’t trying to keep it away. But I call it a ghost because it’s dead to me.
I am naive, I have everything. Being a youngin, Is not that horrendous. Growing up Is like jumping out of a plane without a parachute.
Time is the continued progress of existence, past, present, and future as a whole Achieving in an amount of time is goal
Experience gives time a reference for remembrance. Making the past, tense. Never expired, if you look it's still there. To forget or cast a care. Just don't get stuck in a stare. It's both Justified and unfair
I been stuggling with some thoughts But thoughts aren't who I'm supposed to be Happiness I'm steady chasing, but it's all just a fantasy They say deams come true, but is it real Is it really true
I was waiting for dawn’s stately tresses at the intersection, For I hail from another time, trapped in its steady undulation And oh was I waiting!
There’s something about the smell of new black jeans on hot days that makes me want to fall in love.
They were an older couple, married nearly nineteen years. Four kids between the ages of four and sixteen. Their life was ruled by jobs and bills and schedules, they’d seen the world and settled down.
Tiktok! Tiktok! Tiktok! A watch on my wrist Me breathin' uneasily Seconds are counting Minutes are under a swift Time at a super speed But I'm still uncertain of the furure
I ask myself all the time if its my time to go I ask myself all the time if its my time to disappear I ask myself all the time if its my time to leave All these questions pop up in my head when I start thinking Thinking if I am better off.
Part I: Once upon a time not so very long ago Romantics aspired for high class views While maintaining minds that were opposed to prose. In all their writings they embellished upon
All we are is just shadows Without bodies, immaterialized. What will matter then sifting through dark No flesh left to torture no substance left to taint This life haunts me
I'm so tired of being the one that has to be okay all the time I'm so over being the one that always has to take a deep breath and trek on I'm tired of wearing a mask for everyone else while I die on the inside
Life is a long journey It can take you anywhere One day we feel loved The next we don't
Tick, tick Time never seems to stop Tick, tick The beating heart of a clock Tick, tick Time never runs low Tick, tick Though for us, we have to learn to eventually let it go Tick, tick
A lot can happen in a moment. It may be dim, or a change that's brilliant. The end of one life, the start of another; A war waging between sister and brother. Sometimes it's a small change, sometimes large,
A lullaby drifts on a distant breeze Sapphire’s twinkle in the light of his eyes Dust settles down like the my tears when they cry While a sweet silent shiver drips down from the skies
I often think of us as a time of day early evening, late July cherry trees swaying in golden hour light I float home with you every step a bit of music
I run when I'm scared I run when I laugh I run through my hair I run from a graph I run through time I run and I'm close
I tried not to take time for granted But we could all feel it sailing away We all grasped onto each other
A paucity of air clings to my lungs as I sink further into what life could be. Wishing away, living a dream, all the while toying with time’s dominating hand.
Barefoot in overalls and dirt poor the 4 tussled and played til they were sore There was Maggie and Maude and Dutch and Son growing and playing after the work was done They did not have time for much schools
Take Your Time Man USE Your Mind ... Before You Try To Ride With CRIME ... !!! Take Your Time When You Design ... Your Prose To Flow Poems In Rhyme ...
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Listen to my heartbeat I am alive Realities you must meet Are never far behind Running a race you'll never win For I control everything Keep in mind
Time, In so many senses it is a self explanatory concept, that everything in motion is moving through time. It is used in sciences and mathematics, reading and history too.
Tell me why my grip on my purpose always slips. Sometimes it gets too much and I don't know how to handle it.
On a monday When the rain decides to sing my name and the sun rides away I'll be waiting for you again Craving a simple glance Thirsting for the slightest Hello or Goodbye I stand waiting
Leaves fall off into the world below Like how raindrops kiss the pavement and asphalt Leaving a trail of existence that will soon disperse
One thing that can never be disproven, Is that time one way or another, Will always keep moving, The clock on the wall, Will forever tik onward, That is why my motto, Is to always move forward,
I opened my eyes closed (As I often do) A sacred apparition: The Olmec calendar Its cypher illegible To my kind.
Through the rolling waves of time, The core of existence has never altered nor refined. Starting with the first faint memories of a family dinner: White jasmine rice with a selected number of simple side dishes.
Time drags on Hours feel like days I know I need this class For my major For my future To stay in Hong Kong But it’s so boring
i could get losT in those eyes. beHind them there are other worlds, lights, and sensations thAt take you like a tidal wave. the world fades away around us for a Time, and it’S an epic euphoria, all the little while.
The world of mine would investigate invisible lies, Only to imagine dust and flame. The heat would smother my glass heart And pray that it's strong enough to survive. Yet in the world of pain and demise,
Digger sleeps in comfy chair. Mom is still at work. Street light shines through the window.
time marches forward reality's fire consumes- dreams go up in smoke © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved ***Poetry notes:4/26/2018 Poetry form: Senryu
It is a cliche But nonetheless a truth That I like Long walks on the beach. Walking is heaven but running is hell On a beach
Just like every second of the day Creativity cannot be rushed It’s something we all have And what makes us US But something overlooked
I fling my hair over my face To block out the world And watch it slide slowly away As the inexorable march of time Unveils me once more.
Along the footpath home, I espy an old apple tree. Branches grabbing past the heavens for something more significant.
perhaps the story goes differently this time just like the last time icarus falls but this time someone is there to break his fall apollo couldn't
Life is what you make it We live on borrowed time But if life is what we make it Then it’s time that I make mine Hide your sorrow in your pocket To prepare for rainy days
Life is like a car without brakes Except on fire and filled up with snakes It frantically flies, as if scraping the skies And will probably end up in a lake But life has a deadline in mind
23: that’s how many days it took to stop thinking about you every time I woke up. It’s how many times I sat alone with hurt in my eyes this year alone.
When Friday nights become Saturday mornings. The dew glitters on the grass like a fallen chandelier, casting shards of liquid sun. Coals burn in the fire sending smoke crawling towards the sky.
15 June 9:54 AM I do not like the present so I live in the past A culture that had its troubles but did its best to over come until the last
They told me, all my young life: Time heals all wounds -- and I assumed that they were right. But what, I wonder, heals the wounds that Time inflicts?
His touch was little at first. Barely holding onto my back. With time his touch gripped on to my neck like a huge claw. I was a slave to his world. Do as he says, when he says, how he says.
We said we couldn't wait to grow up, We didn't know what we meant. We thought growing up meant "Because I said so" would be ours to say We thought growing up meant Nothing would stand in our way
Time was something as a child that I really couldn’t convince. It was a complex phenomenon that I really didn’t care to believe. Time is forever on the run.
Upon this dusty track I roam to see what I will see What will come and what has been, all that time brings And on this trip I laid my sight on an old worn memory Of two children who were young and full of innocence
We used to sit and complain of boredom, Wanting time to move faster, Wanting to grow into adults, Wanting something to do, Wanting someone to play with, Unaware of what time would do to us.
A little version of myself, scrawls words under "Dear future me" on a post it, hides it behind a frame, tries to forget it exists. A bigger version of myself, reads the words on that post it,
I’m not a child no more Expanding out from my roots viewing my horizons But soon far away and the connection is vague
Staring in the mirror But a day or two ago The person that I saw No longer did I know The harder that I stared The more foreign she became The childish whims forgotten A new path to be displayed
Time. Time is such an important thing, you never realize that you have to consider.
Sand trickling down, Remembering the journey, Continent with what's left.
!THIS IS ALREADY ON MY PROFILE! As I wake up, I notice that I am in a bed With somebody leaning over me Saying good morning sleepy head Wow that's very lame I know, grow up
As I wake up, I notice that I am in a bed With somebody leaning over me Saying good morning sleepy head Wow that's very lame I know, grow up I hope this day isn't the same But hey, I am awake
I remember the one phrase I used to tell myself all the time. “Man, I wish I was a grown up. Adults get to do whatever they want, it would be so cool” But what is cool about
I wish I knew where I was going, jumping on trampolines and through the gardens of my thoughts.
Tick Tock Tick Tock Time is slowly wasting away Tick Tock Tick Tock No time to work and no time to play Tick Tock Tick Tock Right now is yesterday, future, the past Tick Tock
There was this girl Two Years my subordinate, But I would never call her that, Instead, I'd like to call her my wife, But Stephanie is her's by birth, Where'd she wander to when I left?
Dylan Schmidt For some people 18 is a magic number.
There's a darkness in my veins, I hadn't noticed before. as I stare at my hands, I feel so lost, unsure. I must have stared for hours, for when I did look up. I saw the dark before me.
Typically the least regarded resource, Used with no hesitation or remorse. Things that are important go the wayside, People swept away by the streaming tide.
They tell me I don't know what it's like to be a grown up. That life isnt as nice as I have it and once I'm an adult life is hell. Let me tell you all something; I am grown.
Between then, and nowhere in this distant harmony... We poets, are forgotten words. Alive, only in waiting, Haunting and curious Sinking down by ancient greetings...
How can time be both constant and changing? It moves fast during pleasure. It moves slow during anguish. And it stops when you stop. Time is a peculiar thing.
Overthinking things Makes me want to scream
Why don`t you think about it? Your future, the biggest fear You will have to one way or other Does it scare you? Of all things you still have to do? Why don`t you think about it?
All the time in the world, Every last second of it, Is there for us to seize and use. You see it every day,
From the narrowest sliver of space Caught between roof and tree The moon is shining brightly Through my window to me, So bright, so fair, so proud it shines For the briefest glimpse of time
Raindrops Pooling on my windowsill Splish splash, splish splash A cool breeze Wind chimes twinkling and twirling Crickets chirping As the lightning bugs flutter about
Time, it takes time, It takes time to grow, it takes time to find, it takes time to learn, it takes time to forgive, it takes time to let go,
Inner folded prematurely molded time is tempted to be bolded small strokes of gentle wires to the face The frame evokes a forecful fire at waters pace
Time. A one way street. Red lights. Green lights. You can take a detour, but the destination is always the same. Where do we go? I hear many songs of this, stuck on repeat.
From the gold-wired peacock in mass man, Entrapping us like the black singer in his bear trap And to the expendable, brutish, savages that we are Reason is God, and fear is the Eve who horns him.
The mind is like the gravel next to the track Always in front and in the back Is it fast or is it slow? It depends on when the train goes Sometimes it completes
I challenged my future to a staring contest My eyes bore holes into the dark unknown The balance of time has caused my unrest So I gaze at the void until my will runs low. Time will tell when I give up the game
. Time flees they say, Time to bear my errors and end to anxiety. . To interrupt actions, to stop my desire for degree of quality and to acclaim my flaws. .
like clockwork it struck when i was sixteen i thought i would be safe no one should have what i have down there find the common denominator one second plus two seconds
This here, in my hands, is nothing more than an hour glass. Time paves each grain of sand and marks the hours pass. As each grain stumbles through a maze of consciousness, It begins to identify itself with the others.
. Weariness at the end of day, Desiriousness to have our way, Promptness to scold and condemnation, A little more care of a brother's name. . The end of the journey is at hand,
The clock hands wave to the past on their way to high-five the future, stopping to shake hands with the six and the three. They can’t stay but a second, because they’ve got somewhere else to be.
There is a person named Leon, Who has not worked in an eon. He is on a standby While eating stir-fry. His eyes are freakin' neon!
You always called everything about me pretty. If my lips are pretty why'd you ever taste the pair of another as if you were sampling flavors? Did you get tired of the same old flavor?
I've born many a days Not ever sure that another would come And yet another one arrives Because it is not up to me to decide It's a gift that I cannot deny And the day that is last Is much too far off
this Sewn Alchemy... seven gods in liquid hiding, this in sureness on in spending this sure hour,
4:00.. In the morning.. Is this when poetry is most deep.. Most meaningful.. Or when the road to sleep is most steep.. Or when my brain cells decide to mingle..
The sand flows on the side of the glass Quietly and gently on the stand No one knows what it indicates Other than the fact that it represents responsibility
The first breath is full of tears and smiles,Awoken by a beam of light.It is cherished by many for a lifetime,Allowing more than million wonderful wis
There you were standing, stalled Your eyes, a deer in headlights, lights They held a killer cold hue The best was given Yet, it wasn’t good enough for you
Taking the things I love For me being naught but a fool For I was too young Not knowing the realities of this world But stuck in my own world
There's nothing more I'd like to do, then snuggle in close and fall asleep with you..
We all stumble somewhere scraped knees and bruises bandaids and “get better” kisses we all grow older resulting in it becoming our responsibility to reach the bandaids in the bathroom
Clouds are endless, When way up high, towards the edges of the sky. Also soft, Plush, enough to catch The common by and by. Stars, those shooting stars When the sky falls.
From cold ashes, the Phoenix rises From discarded marble, David, From clang of pipes, Symphony From rot of seed, Sequoia From acid and heat, Gold From bone-crushing pressure, Diamond
Four fifty nine on a cool August day, A bundle of pink in her mother's arms, The first time she had been brought home Her little fists flew about, and the clock struck five
Second drop, like heavy stones and minutes dive into depths so deep, that hours sink, like hefty mounds so that days may plunge; they may plunge straight down and years may plummet
Time is not a thing to be held Nor is it a thing It is a past, memory, present, dream, or future Time is a beautiful thought shared between all Be they man, woman, child, or beast
Two hands and one face are all that are necessary to bind me. The metal appendages wrap around my arms and my neck like a noose. It dictates
Had you a chance To go back in time, Which moment would you choose? To change or rewind… You could right a wrong You could fix a mistake, You could even possibly Change a loved one’s fate.
The Persistence of Memory. The Persistence of Time. Slowly starting to think that I’m, apart of a plan, and out of the grime.
what a beautiful thing it is to have loved but to have lost it in time so fleeting unimaginable pain and joy it brings where two lover's hearts may still be beating
The books of time sat empty waiting for the scribes to write our futures and present conditions None who could see the books Dared to enter for fear of being written Out of the future.
Sweat, I feel it dripping down, wet. Heavy breathing I close my eyes, hoping it’s just me dreaming. Softly touches me, I hold him tightly... Trapped,
When someone you love is ripped from your armsOr how you realize what you are doing wrong in lifeIt's a single momentA second in timeThat the entire world seems to pauseJust for you
time is like sand it slips right through your fingers. you can hold on and squeeze as tight as you can but in the end it slips right through your fingers
time is like sand it slips right through your fingers. you can hold on and squeeze as tight as you can but in the end it slips right through your fingers
Time won’t stop running. My bed remains unmade, the freckles around my eyes still move when I talk. My heart still aches during love songs, And my eyes slide shut with the sound of rain.
Melts between the fingertips and slips onto the floor Just another tragedy that seems to go ignored All these stopping clocks and no one ever really cares
Time gives time for time to move on from the things time has put into play in a haste it has placed the time for mistakes the time to erase what was said when you laced into ears into eyes into hearts with your lies we have tried to misplace the d
Tick Tock, Round the clock, Day in, Day out, Time goes on, Tick Tock, Day after day, Sun rises, Sun sets, Time goes on, Tick Tock, Moments pass, Hearts beat,
Sometimes you wonder where time has gone Feels like yesterday you started learning to ride your bike But yesterday you started learning how to drive And the day before that you started high school
Dream Sand Yell, fail, break out of that worry filled jailSoar, write galore, soar some morePencil, no!
These things seem hidden, Yet I, you, he, she, it, we, and they; These folks all manage to drown in them. In time. Suffocated by fear and ignorance, it seems,
"I always have half a mind to tear out things and start again." (April 21, 2011, fifteen going on sixteen, when I thought myself a scholar and a cut above myself) who wanted to reinvent herself
I remember A swallow gliding across The moon's rising shadow That falls at the feet of my bedstead. I look at the glow and the Raven black sky And wonder of what's to come. I remember.
I wanted him to stay. But Time would not allow it For he does not trust me. Not anymore. As I am a creature of hell. I know no death nor life. Only pain.
Time passed by quickly. The days flew by followed by weeks and months and years; Some people died and some were born instead, Some were joyful and other plagued by dread.
Looking back at the tear-stained pages Or the fantastical flurry Or even the self-beating words of a young mind, I find something sweet and fitting In the art of permanence.
Time embraces the world with light, And sets the sun for an inky black night, It can be the stitch for a broken heart, Or a sharp steel blade that cuts life apart.
Time stands still for you and I Sometimes Others it seems to take more than it should While we get lost in memories Time is passing us
oh how i wish i could rewind i wish that i could turn back time of all the things that i have said oh how i wish that she weren't dead with a heavy heart i fall asleep with all the secrets that i keep
What can be said of the disintgrating people? The ears, the eyes, the mind goes. Ticking time Slow and slow The legs, the arms, the heart show How age reaps life it once sowed.
Thank you. Thank you for every second, every day, every year. Thank you for holding me While I cry, And smiling at me While I laugh. Thank you for your time, your trust, your affection,
And they speak of age – the elder years. It’s always tomorrow. And tomorrow has not settled. Now, Darkness, woe, and failure stench abound.
Time sure changes everything. It transforms the parenthesis of reality. The things you once cursed, are the same that you lust. And all you once shouldn't now suddenly, you must.
I must thank you Years of family memories Frozen, standstill, captured, timeless. And we shall know your absense By the lost years In our photo albums.
To put up with these facades, the importance mirage, I deserve applause What cause need be for them to see that their rules needn’t apply to me?
Dear Future Sadie, Right now, I’m a big procrastinator The world is filled with amazing sights to see and sounds to hear and people to meet,
Dear Time, When we first met, I was stricken by your tall body, towering over mine. Your silky whispers make me shy,
Dear Mr. Salvador Dalí, You were onto something. People think you were on something. I think you get it better than any of us can.
To Whom it May Concern, Thank you for taking your valuable time to read this. I know your time is limited,
It's easy to paint, they say It's easy to draw, paint, and sketch without thinking Thinking about nothing Nothing that turns into, perhaps Something? It's not as easy as you think
Dear D, You’re my worst enemyWho is always there with me, From the moment I awakeTo the thoughts that I make.
Dear Childhood, I’m sorry, I can’t seem to save you. No matter how hard I try, things always fall through. You’re dangling over an endless void
I am beautiful I am intelligent And I make mistakes Sometimes my flaws outweigh my good intentions But there are people who see me
U n t i l T h e T i m e By: SeemsPoetic O n e l i f e w e l i v e... One life we grow... And In the end...
I think of all the hardships I’ve endured, and the streets I’ve crossed. In the end, I still feel lost. Is fate a thing?
The ruthless dictator when seen from sorrowful eyes. The empathic healer when seen from solaced eyes. The dutiful watcher when seen from admiring eyes. The reliable partner
The empty space within my head That burning silence I do dread The empty sheet in front of me Left blank without creativity A string of life, a single strand I let it slip through my hands
The barren graves deep below Within the Earth naught does show To lay unseen but for a stone Bearing a name, long untold That tells of a life with buried meaning Of a person, in a grave leaning
Dear Future, I used to be obsessed. With what, you ask? Was it The Hunger Games? Tumblr?
"You are so young, you have so much time" Never mixed well with "Life is short." So I never poured my time in a hot bucket Sitting in the sun as it evaporates into the last place I wanted it to go--
You tell me everything will turn out That I have my whole life ahead of me But what if I don't? What if there isn't that much time left? Is it so bad to want to see everywhere that isn't here?
My darling vulnerability, The days of October are almost gone yet the leaves haven’t yellowed or fallen from their trees
I am here you are there. My thoughts are you and yours of me. Time stands still for us but only when we are still. You breathe, I feel, I breathe. You sleep, I lay wake. I sleep you lay woke. I am you, you are me.
My dearest Karlie, They say that time heals but the time without you is like the sand At the bottom of an hourglass, growing heavier, heavier still
Dear Older Woman in the Grocery Store, I am your cashier. I scan your cookies, your cakes, your medications; I make polite conversation, delicately choosing my words As you delicately chose and scribbled each item
Dear All, I am everything and I am nothing. A creeping shadow in the black, abyss-like corners of life. To gaze upon my cloaked, physical form, That of which was comprised from a stereotype and guesswork,
Dear Pain, There are things that need to be said but the words always seem to run There are actions that ought to be taken but the rhythm seems undone The tears appears all dried up
She felt the pressure Of a world being taken from her Everything she knew Was disappearing
I am in love with the way you speak,But more than that,I am in love with the way you think.How your train of thought twists and turns amongst quicksand,How you walk to Jupiter and back,
This moment a memory Stored in some attic, Ours, I hope With the gentle dust of a lifetime Settled upon it From all those years ago. From today.
It is awkward. I just met you and I feel bewildered.
//Patience// there has been a change. await, await ; in the sound of fate , no mantra to convince you ; no ecstasy to taint you . far away, far away ; stands
Gliding through the frozen ice portrayed as time, It is so easy to forget the memorable events That paints the portrait of the world. Yet, with one more careful glance
In the grass up on a hill Outside the city, I see you Dear empty onion house Peeling and the feeling I get Unwrapping you For brighter insides, scrap the outsides
Dear the person who took my heart, Once upon a time, there was a girl and a guy who had very paranoid ideas about meeting people.
Because I love you I want you to grow in all aspects of your life I want you to become the person that you want to be
I just want to feel like someone cares about me. It's the little things, like a goodnight or good morning text or a compliment out of nowhere.
I'm desperate for a change Right now my life is strange My past seemed so simple But now I get stressed over anything It makes me cripple Can I just hit rewind? Take me back to the time
We didn't need time neither did we need someone else I needed you by my side and you wished to be here now. But it is not my fault neither is it yours this happened how it did
Here we are, you and I you think our time means nothing but I know how much it really is the laughs we share are priceless and there's no more musical sound in the world than your voice when happy
everything comes to an end and yet all time spent with you i wish would last for an eternity. everything comes to an end
It was ages ago But my mind recollects these memories once more I can still hear the laughter from it's wooden door The dancing footsteps on the floor And my father's voice cloaked in a snore
Time is a soft and gentle mother, who puts a steady hand on the small of your broken back and whispers, "It's time to move on, sweetheart," and for once, you can actually listen.
No time, no time at all none to read meaningless words, none to spare for a wayward thought no seconds to give to listen not a moment to waste, but I've found that time has no value
Time exists within the confinesof your reality a past fixation on a future creation becomes a present realization. A watch with no hands isright on time.
A blank sky screams A boy runs to it His feet plod off against ice-ground It is screaming too Now the screaming has dimmed
We are all ruled by time Our life ticks away Seconds, minutes, hours at a time We all begin wound Our cogs meshing and turning Just simple time pieces Ticking away Freat clocks and wrist watches
We are all ruled by time Our life ticks away Seconds, minutes, hours at a time We all begin wound Our cogs meshing and turning Just simple time pieces Ticking away Freat clocks and wrist watches
The first time I saw you, I felt nothing. Unimpressed and numb. So much for love at first sight. The fifth time I saw you, I wanted to be your friend. Someone to bother
Becasue at one time I love you: I let you touch my soul you had the magic touch two mend my torn heart At three you kept my bed warm like a burning piece of coal when no one else was there four me
I don’t have any time to be complaining. Time is running out, it is slipping through me like silk slips through one’s fingertips. I don’t have time to be unhappy and disrespectful and unworthy. I don’t have time to be unworthy.
The clock shall always be the enemy, With his hands of weaponry, Time stamped in history, With actions of misery. Tick tock goes the clock,
The clock shall always be the enemy, With his hands of weaponry, Time stamped in history, With actions of misery. Tick tock goes the clock,
I made a rope bridge Out of Broken shoe laces And Mirror shards. I know... It's just my luck. But love, Love has just about flipped it. My bridge was meant to take me From here,
Wake up! Cling to the hours of the day, You're going to wish you had laid Down sooner, before the sun said hello. Pace, faster, keep from running disaster, You're final goals you're after,
See thee now, who hast betrayed The ways of old, the sacred sage The time that flows in strands, a stream Its silver waters under your light doth gleam You robed in white with flowers crowned
Time takes and time destroys. but in many ways it gives me joy. Father time won't receive my message. so staying young about a question. I will continue to grow and change.
Every day is a new day and its better than yesterday. Every night is a new light with a different kind of bite. Every year there's a new fear that leaves you in tears. Every week you look and seek
I don't have enough time to put my heart in your hand When you fingers are stretch wide letting it fall down like sand Not enough time to chase after people who don't love me In times of trouble i just don't see
A mouse can be a horse, a pumpkin can be a carriage, to embrace true love, discover marriage
There comes a time when we will be tried,When our coats are sopping wet,And our brains are fried,Our shoelaces swishing through a puddle as we fret,
A fresh start For new accomplishments For new mistakes FIVE Full of tradtions And superstitions Pray for tomorrow FOUR Drunken bodies The count down Its almost here
such a simple time with love in your eyes it was but a rhyme filled with sorrowed sighs Ivory Skin Satin Sheets You were MY in But you never released
So this is it, huh? Every morning I repeat the same old tired routine.But there's supposed to be more for me, I know there is.Your 20's isn't your regular old 20's anymore.I remember being a kid when my sisters were in their early 20'sI thought th
Once upon a time Cinderella doesn’t get a job and leave home Snow White’s dwarves are her lysosomes Rapunzel keeps reaching for that comb
It’s funny How when we were kids The time just felt so slow And we’d wish it’d race on forward Oh god how we didn’t know And now we see How fast time is As the years keep going by
Dear someone up above, Could you please put time on pause. Not so I can stay my age, rule the world or rob a bank.
Suddenly it does. This rapid thing that ticks and tocks. Look up and it's gone
What is time? Time is humanity's most valuable resource It pains me to see us take such a thing for granted Something of which we only have a limited supply
Too Fast Time, slipping away out of my buttery-like grasp, escaping from my memory, seeming uncapable to catch, ticking further from reach. They never lie when they say,
“You see I haven’t a clue. For a rabbit, that’s nothing new. It’s plainly clear In here, my dear, We’re crazy, but how do you do?
Once upon a time, a Princess was forced to stay high in a tower—nope, not original. Once upon a time, a Princess was cursed to an eternal slumber—already been done!
Every single second is counting down Tick tock tick tock, it mocks us The clock comes crashing off the wall Tick tock tick tock, it never stops And still we think, that nothing can come between.
It keeps me up at night, the gentle rhythmic reminder. Silence only worsens the sound. If I try to run from it, it gets closer.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl named Sheila. Her thick black hair sat evenly in two ponytails on the side of her head.
After all the noise. The sounds, the television The lights. The things I use to block out my mind. There is a calm. Here in this house, my parents house. For all intense and purposes a museum.
About to clock into work. These shoes are digging into my feet. They are black, with elastic straps to tighten them. I walk to the punch clock. I reach out to touch the keys.
Your absence is not my best remedy. It doesn't help me, it doesn't make it unbelievable. The aching assures me of your existence, but memories are fading as if we never happened, as if we never existed.
Time creeps by like a spider. Now, we are now. Be still, hold my hand. We are now, and now is here. Be here. In this moment we have nothing else. As the tears fall, i fall.
Its only a matter of time, Until life falls out of its rhythm and rhyme, Its only a matter of hours, Until life wilts like a flower, Its only a matter of minutes, Until life loses the fight left in it,
Time don't pass me by Don't forget about me Heart is open wide I wanna breath again Too much going on
One sided... Could it mean the spark? To be busy to a point That couldn’t be announced Plucking petals from a darken crispy rose
She flies away Blissfully, swiftly away Like an angel lurking for an innocent soul to take But not life, no Age is what she seeks
Slowly, Time moves thus. It will untill the time stops, it stops Quickly.
Remember dancing, tasting the present, It as fleeting as our movements and our feet Remember hugging, each other on days of sorrow, Freeing feelings caged underneath Our skin
when my family gets here I'm gonna call you back when my family gets here I will play with Elmo and watch frozen play hide and seek and tag down the hallway sing songs and watch their eyes
The skies on my mind My feet aren't on the ground I'm too far ahead and time can't catch up with me I've got it all planed out My dreams are bigger than me My dreams Are keeping me fixed
Remember when the sky was blue? When there were no planes nor motors too. The days of travel dragged on and on, often taking lives like falling flies. But as time moved on, the hardships were gone.
The days of the week each have their own feeling and job Monday: Tired, listless and a couple more cups of coffee than usual: The dreaded day
Optimism, not yet here Preluding, yet it rests Finds shelter in an anxious heart Remaining unpossessed
Picture Always having that crunching feeling throughout my soul. Keep on worrying what’s going on with me. I don’t feel whole. Why am I always jumping towards the end?!
Tick...Time never stops.Tock...Time never slows.Tick...Every second wasted.Tock...Is a second gone forever.Tick...There is no backwards.Tock...No do-overs or retries.Tick...You can never take something backTock...Or undo an action you regret.Tick.
Time is a funny thing When you need it the most, you never seem to have it When you don't want it, you have to much of it Some people look at others and think
So every person I am drawn to For an unwavering spirit And a heart of gold Is taken or young or nonexistent And though many stars point to them They are unreachable for a Girl stuck on planet earth.
Everyday. Sometimes new. Sometimes borrowed. Chaotic. Occasionally smooth. Now. Never. Ticking. Slowing. Expensive. Dept.
They say I’ll love you to the end of it. Its length depends on the fun you’re having. That it lasts forever and never quits. Makes you feel like life is unraveling. People spend it finding its relevance.
i love you with my whole soul but sometimes you make me feel like a bear in a trap and i care for you with every inch of my heart but sometimes i feel like i might be sinking
Why do I do such hurtful things.. My mind, body & soul are just in separate places I feel I'm not where I'm suppose to be
O time, you bittersweet rival. An elusive assassin of life, wanderer without death. A beginning that cannot bee conceived, An existence best considered imaginary. Of you I have mine own,
In an instant, I caught a moment, That fell off from time, But the instant was gone, And with it, the moment, Leaving me staring, Into emptiness. #free_verse
A twist of the limbs off the tree makes an entire population cry. For plants do not matter, but the tongues that leave a worse bite. Eyes are decieving to one's own set, They roam off to quickly than the breaths we emit.
Underneath the surface Tucked just out of sight There is a dark and dirty place A place of endless night The sun has never risen The moon hides as well Just pay the toll Sell your soul
As days turned to years And faces grew lined Time grew scarce And harder to find And somewhere between the tick And the tock The face of our God became The face of our clock
Fleeting Was the year of tremendous adjustment. The end of an era, Makes room for new excitement. Adventures and challenges, Consume our minds and our time. Tomorrow is now yesterday,
Time is an illusion, but day after day, year after year the illusion continues. Nobody understands how exactly time works. When am I where and how will I get there? Time is rushed and time is savored.
Tempus Neminem Manet Time waits for no one Despite the lies you've been told There will be no more time to have fun No more time to laugh and run
Human beings are living, breathing history books.
Time passed me by Old friends leave with a goodbye This year I will try
Moirai spun me, with you, Sewn ourselves together to fate, We lusted for our destiny. Melted hours folded together with ceaseless love.
Time But…. What does time really mean? The ticking of the second hand on the clock? A way to count the minutes of our lives?
Passing seasons never falter Ink inscribed skin ever after Heart ache a burning volcano I hear a bird's song of sorrow How can I rise from this abyss When all I want is to remiss The torturous emotions
I remember telling myself that I lost. I quit eating. I quit caring. I left college December 7,2015. I told myself that I would go back soon.
Inspired by the piece "Persistence of Memory" by Salvador Dalì Unicorns have an eon long feud with leprechauns –- a war of misconceptions. Some believe that leprechauns are a miniscule threat.
From the tumultuous nebula I am born A protostar, volatile, sparking with excitement and fusion, the cold breath of the new year
I think the most confusing element We try to understand in life Is time Time is unchanging Something unknown To the human race
Time passing slowly, slower, slower still senior sweatshirts caps and gowns graduation gifts beach days each day a little slower yet a little faster COLLEGE
Upon a time it first was bornFrom a wedding reception box with wrapping tornLetting light fall upon the newlyweds' giftSoon began to move the infant child's fists A red, roman numeral clock
The time Like water Cupped in hand Slipping Unfeeling Impatient Through grasping fingers Yet makes an impression The greatest mountains Bear canyons
what am i? i have seven months to define seventeen years in 650 words or less. no problem; i have plenty of time. it's only june, after all. beautiful souls surround me
I met a friend, white as snow He walked a million miles, Two hundred times the Nile, To face his foe
Life is beautiul and dangerous.Time is an eternal realm and so short,And yet we fly through it reckless.Taking for granted gifts of highest courts.
Tick tock, The hands spin round We all heard the clock but together we ignored it, It was distant, beyond our sight There’s still time left
She captured me in her sexiness with her gravitational pull Her gravitational pull tugs at my essences The heat she emit would make Satan sweat Her earth tone skin have men erupting like volcanoes
Listen up kids theres a story to be told, dont get caught up in the future 'fore you know it youll be old its a cold hard truth, that ya cant stop time but pay attention to the present and you just might find
My favourite dream is about a bus. A bus with a spotless white interior, so clean that I didn't want to move. I was SURROUNDED by people that I knew, but didn't know.
365 days that go by like a firework exploding far in the sky. A true sense of awe and wonder as the clock strikes 12, a loud thunder. 8,760 hours that go by. Wait, stand, run, play, jump, fly.
First stitch, second stitch, I close my wounds. I conceal the layers of hurt. Only my walls know my pain, for I do not wish to expose the cause. My body is a quilt of a broken heart, a quilt of loss.
The time has come To end the suffering Of those I love Becoming weaker each day My body corroding away Confided to this bed My life is ending The only reason I am alive
Time changes us As we grow older We forget who We once were
I wish things were differently I wish I can hit your line I wish time was right But time isnt mine I wonder every night I wonder what might you think I wonder about life
I try to stay positive but lately that just means gettin’ lit. What's easier rolling one or facing my problems? I'll tell you right now, happiness is halfway through the bottle.
From left to right and back again they swing: The golden disks, the pendulums depended. Indifferent to those who onward tread, They click in perfect time, in time unending.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Hypnotizing almost. Is it even real? Is it just my imagination? Back and forth. Back and forth.
Time Time it goes so fast but, sometime it goes slow I remember as my childhood was so slow like showing a movie about my childhood life. But, as I got older entering in highschool it just went fast out no where
I hear the ticking of a clock as time passes The weight of the clock rests on my heart Its ticks sending vibrations to my very core The ticks never ending, never faltering
This past year Alice died I cannot remember my last words to her But I do remember how my sister cried This past year Jackson was born
Time is an illusion. At first, you don't agree but after some thought, you begin to wonder. Am I an illusion? Is this world? At first, you laugh but after a minute, you begin to think.
31,536,000 seconds in a year Tick-tick-ticking by One by one in a perfect line Never out of place Ever failing or a being a disgrace But also never risking Never trying Never going
We fought with more than fists We kissed with more than lips We loved with more than hearts And picked each other apart bit by bit So much so that when we were done Nothing was left to destroy or love
The concept of time is so strange We never realize how much in a year that we change The sun always rises and it's a blessing to be awake Another chance to fix yesterday's mistakes
I never really understood life This constant process looking for a drive Not taking in what was achieved But looking at the future and old please I learned that life is a game Some people more constrained
Life's Clock By: Katelyn DeShane Tick-tock the hands turn round and round. When you're young
The silence surrounds, Tick tock, Tick tock, I hear the delicate hands move, Much like my own, They drift in movement, My breathing grows light, I listen for silence, A floorboard creaks,
The smiles The acting The way people don't notice All I want is someone to care To think To understand
The past occurs now staining your writing I Observe the Bound nature of this moment what once Is was, and happened gone but soon to occur Again Then your writing stopped and began
The rock will never lie His truths are etched upon his face. Scarred rock, cold and gray, bring comfort To those in search of solidity. Through amber leaves, piercing cold,
A new year meant a new start. The beginning was a blast, and when that clock struck midnight everything was in the past. When spring came around, things began to change.
One day i’ll get what i deserve. Karma’s a bitch, and time’s an asshole, so i’ll kiss & make up with them each time i fuck up and we’ll fake nice.
Over the course of time, These twelve months in this last year, I've had some obstacles to climb And I have conquered some of my fear. In this year gone past, I've gone through quite a lot.
It was a pondering That did not seem worthwhile To waste, but not to spend Time that would run out there, For someone else to take, And do with as they pleased. Take it, waste it, lose it,
How long is a secondCan you even imagine how many seconds go by in a yearDo you even for one of those seconds consider how short of time that isDo you wonder how many seconds it takes to forgive or how many secondsit would take to pull the trigger
From one day to the next, The clock keeps ticking. However I think I've been hexed
Pendulum of Time As time ticks by, Everything seems to go in slow motion. Days drag on, Every time you hear the tick it’s another second,
It continues to ebb, slip theough my fingers, constantly running, without regard. It's a cowardly thing. Constantly running, never stopping. - Trying to get back the bastardly thing
Adolescent so close to Metamorphosis,Yet so far from reality.Driven by waning time,For time cannot be conquered.‘Tis passing, but my mental state,It was not;
Time. Not real. Not tangible. And yet there's never enough. So much. So much to do. Deadlines. Procrastination. Rushing to finish on Time. It's hard.
I was born with a heart Before it fell apart So I’ll tell of glory For THIS is My Story, I was born where it snows
Up there you sit and mock me, And your rhythm, Oh it haunts me, You resound within my skull Like a rock against a hull While I lay in bed at night You remind me of your might And I swear I'll take no more Cause you shake me to the core So I'll ri
For once, I have never felt so desperate judging myself for what I am destined to be. Most don't find themselves until it is no longer expected from them. I am afraid to wait too long.
Como Pasa El Tiempo, I used to hear my mom say. Still so young, I nodded my head in agreement. It means: How Time Goes By..slipping out of our hands day by day.. They say as you get older, you start to understand
Autumn mornings I wake before the sun, scrape tired limbs from under the covers, leaving bits of myself behind like raw pancake batter... Pancakes... Is there time to make pancakes for breakfast?
Time Time is running short It's ticking It's tocking We all run out of time But what happens When time stops? Will we age? Will we die? Are we immortal For all our lives?
With one step through the door, out into the escape of stress, and uncertainty,
alone but no, i'm not lonely down but not depressed look again i enjoy the peace,silence and acceptence of being alone no one to crack you open like a egg,
Time! Time! Ever-changing Time, Why dost thou plague my nether-ranging mind? A dark chaotic, fiery ocean is its kind, A harrowing hell of demons; this child of thine. Time! Time! Slayer of reason,
I am happy When i get to see my friends They make me happy
Light the candles on the dinner table as i wait in the dark listening to Arwen's Vigil for you to come home after that long day at work.
A child does not question its existence. Does not wonder how it came to be. Does not ask why it is alive. A child does not hate. Does not discriminate against another's gender or sexuality or color.
The opposite of love is time For time heals all Except the scars of love Love lost, love unsure, love unrequited Only love can survive the weathering of time One day later and I still feel love
Time is too short As the seconds tick on, we hear the moments of our life ebb away Slowly, slowly, with each passing day we feel the future
When I have grown old, And my time has come to an end, I will leave this place. When my job is done, I will spread my wings and fly, Fly far, far away.
I don't want to stop you Please enjoy your time here Just know you are affecting me We are taking from eachother, in the time we have spent together.
Every morning when I wake I question myself, "What now?" As I lumber out from bed muttering slowly in my jumbled head --what am I supposed to do today? how should I fix myself?
Nothing to do. No one to see, and where are we? No where, but we are here now. Now? That is such a fleeting time. Is it a second or a thought? Perhaps a kiss
I am blank. So vast is my time here that I feel it awash in white like all of the colors woven together to create the whitest blue. And I feel you, attacthed by the same
Memories linger when time does not. Life is nothing but one huge coincidence. Truly, everything happens for a reason, almost always unknown. For whom does time dance?
We went from walking in diapers to walking with diplomas,We went from kindergarten students who wrote their s's backwards,To writing 5 page papers on the symbolism in "To Kill A Mockingbird"We went from drinking out of sippy cups,To drinking out
For this one time that we appear collect possessions to shade the fear unanswered questions leave us behind sometimes amusing so I don't mind here and now boys the future shock
Beep, Beep, Beep Waking from another Sleep Pitter-Patter, Teeth-Chatter as I scramble out of the bed By a secret whisperer I am led I am not disillusioned by no means As I rise from my future dreams
People are always in a hurry Filled with a sense of worry A night sky filled light But people without sight A sense of time pacing A stopwatch racing Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock Life is like a clock
Poetry is a tuning fork, it vibrates at an everlasting frequency. Open the cork allow the emotions to flow with leniency. 2016 in New York a young girl reads appreciably,
Life was put into me and in an overtime instance, I was hooked. Not one soul could take away the love I had for you. Your smile. My smile. We internally matched. Were one. Whole.
I always thought that when I grew up I would be free No cares in the world with a little responsibility. No one ever told me about loans, mortgages & debt,
The petals in due time, Slip from their mothers grasp; Their birth place , As they evade time, Dancing between space, Before falling down to my desks surface, Intaking its last breath of freedom
Lately all I've wanted to do is to be able to rewind timeAnd go back to when I could sleep in your warm embrace.If the ultimatum were that everything played out the same
My life can be broken down Into seconds, minutes and hours Counting away the days, weeks, months and years Frozen In my mind They remind me of my agony The silent screams for help and love
Follow the flow of the wind. Long days and clocks never say goodbye, Going in circles watching your whole world spin.
As time goes by the unfamiliar turns familiar the unknown becomes known the new turns old. We lose sight of what was once a bountiful opportunity as the familiar becomes boring,
Birth the beginning of timethe start of this hourglass of sandthat follows you every second minute and hourof your life slowly dropping this grainsonly to speed up the older you get
A bond to be formed, a bond to be broken. As you begin to grown and more words are spoken. As you see, that time goes by. Soon your life flashes, before your eyes.
Time goes by really fast It seems that much is not getting done Looking back I see that I have done a lot It is time to make goals for the future The future is full of suprises I wonder what my future holds
I became busy with things and stuff I forgot to make time for what was important in life I woke up and it was January the first and everything was starting new, it was cold.
I always win. No matter the game, no matter the argument, no matter the situation; I always win. No matter how hard you avoid nor how badly you plea the decision is up to me.
5 A.M. The alarm clock goes off like a fire alarm waking me from my dream state. I stumble through the labyrinth gathering my stuff and getting dressed.
Time stays slow As I sprint towards gold, Thousand miles away, I just can't seem to run fast enough To having your company.
Do me like my name is music Treat me like I am your music or muses to poetry yet to be created Though physically isolated and mentally shaken Still tethered and anchored Patiently awaiting the weight lift
One still night, In some stolen moment passed, From my slumber Mountained a hush and, From this hush, Rose death His calloused grip Sent Fear slowly soaking Down from my scalp
Memories closing in Shadows of the past Windows breaking Glimmering shards Upon the floor Walls large and daunting No reflection in the mirror You don't exist A wisp of fog rolling by
If I could I would Go back in time When we first met I would look at you With different eyes I would thank you While we sat at a table Alone In front of the school library
Time Where does it go? With the memories, In the smiles and sobs? Time How is it lived? With friends, Enduring excitement. Time When does it stop?
Time is so short. Time is so small. Time is insignificant. Life is adventurous. Life is danger. Life is taking risks. Time doesn't prevent life, Nor does life prevent time.
Time is valuable It is not malleable I cannot change it But use it like money, I can only spend it I took the time to discover And the rumors I had to uncover
Which way should I go? My heart says yes, but my head says no. Should I go up the path, or down the road? My hopes are high, and then they're low. Waiting for answers, chasing dreams.
One still night, alone was I, As mind and soul raced wind and time. To space, they spread and quickly fell, Obeying laws against their will. I thought of all the days gone past,
Green grass implies Spring, here in this statuesque creation, With flowers escalating from the earth, softening its foundation.
Around the world in 60 ticks Tick-tock, tick-tock You only have one life to live Tick-tock, tick-tock Walking through the long dark hall Tick-tock, tick-tock A destination you don't know
You started out as a canvas That my thoughts and dreams flowed freely through A million dances The meaning behind the view I fell in love quite quickly I wrote for fun My pen lies thickly
In my head, it made sense Why I stayed up with my pen If today could last me longer, Then tomorrow won't begin . Sunday night's just the beginning of the end.
Time We need it A 24 hour sequence To keep moving, breathing, living Time What would we do without it? 7am Open your eyes 8am Out the door 9am I have arrived 12pm Lunch
One. This world is filled, overflowing with things, and items, and possessions, and far too many bits and pieces of lives. In a society revolving on idealistic variety and materialistic identity,
I shut my eyes and travel back to when I was only but five.With sausage legs and curious hands, the slightest bump would make me cry.My only concern were the winged Giants who stole from the flowers in bloomWho partnered with bees who stung and bu
This watch staring up at me It's face whispering, you can't live without me repeating again as eras pass over every chance to be triumphant Mozart spent endless nights
Time is my friend. Time is my foe. I seem to loose it wherever I go. With time on my side I can do much! With time on my butt I'm in a glut. Time goes so fast. Life goes on by.
I had lead such a privileged life. I danced toe to toe with rich men everyday. They brought me expensive clothes that they thought would warm my soul. Their eyes tied in knots at the sight of me.
MURDERED FEW Through these eyes I done seen it all and balled with the best of them The rest of them...... Seen them all fall, 'they spoke death to them" (respect for him)
How can I look into your eyes After revealing all my lies Wishing high above a star I suddenly look and there you are Standing still in the lust Knowing we can always trust
mine is the house with the jungle yard,where snakes may catch you off your guard,but the snakes eat the rodents and the birds eat the bugs,and i peak at the school bus through a wet shrub,
Time is infinite. I cannot stop time. I can see it. I can hear it. I can feel it. Time makes me cry when it passes and when it arrives,
I sit and ponder to the melody of muse, Doth time control all, or am I misguided? For if any soul be more than a mindless misuse, and while passion’s crucial catalyst remains undecided,
As the world appears to stop As the events of the day and the events of the future begin melding together, to form one tangle of thought,
On Einstein's General Relativity :) Time unbroken, pushes it's eternal expanse. A dimensionless space gone with every fleeting glance. Men of the experiment,
Every passing moment Every click of the clock Is another hour spent Wiping the faces of mock And when all is said and done I see myself in the mirror And realize with a stun
Those who have felt it know its impossible now to forget. How consuming the darkness is yet we were not done, were we? We still have our time left, our strength to move on. "Come, Consume me," I say.
What can you live without? Most people would go with a comedic answer, Like an IPod, or interet, Some people answer deeply, Like their mother, or intellect,
It's been a daySince I thought of youI wonderDo you miss me too?It's been a dayBut a day too soon.
Timeis lifeis eternal is all-knowing Time is the past is the present is the future
Time the ever cnstatn constant But Time seams to always be influx. If you are enjoying something it flies past Pulling the joy with it into the past If you are in pain it frags its feet
A burden becomes a bond With four neglected words, but “Can I help you ma’am/sir” Were lost in this fast paced world We don’t take the time to ask because
Thick thighs Golden eyes Innocent smile Shared desire. Frantic heart Jump start. Lost in time Lost in space. Thick thighs Golden eyes Wicked smile
The Broken Clock Set upon the mantle That which once marked time Now sits, forgotten by its master The shattered glass falls like rain Marking the floor with it's kiss
Clockwork It moves in slowly Tick-tock Never ending circle
Chasing the future, consumed in the past, With thoughts that never last Forgetting the present I see at last All I need is some Satisfaction. Shooting down time, marooning hate,
I found his wicked smile so alluring Black and blue dreaming Victim of pure deceit But your love's pristine Divine empowering I missed you Your touch and embrace
Every day is a struggle For most it's a routine Motions like the clock Any thing out of place Causing a ripple That eventually becomes a new habit A new routine. But for him It wasn't just a routine It was a paradox Nothing ever made sense He neve
I reached out And held on to the whispers Of my past With time prying away at my Soul Afraid of letting go And falling into her Grasp
Tick! Tock!, goes the clock, That seems its repeated refrain. It never stops or ever fails, And bores into my brain. Click! Clack!, goes the steps,
the clock ticks remarkably fast, take a deep breath and look back, each moment is becoming the past, think of experiences you still lack. take a deep breath and look back,
what a dismaywe were trying to find the pieces to the puzzle lets sit cris cross apple sauce and find a new game to playthis one was kind of annoying so we found a new sedative it sorta messed with our heads and we began to feed on selfishness ins
You want an answer here is mine much like my heart it beats line for line. my answer it weathers the storm
The lemon grass scent belonged to her pecan tinted skin. Her stare soft but filled with a pinch of fear. When the breeze roared and fell on us heavy like a brick.
What brought us here in less than a year, Happened too fast, That sitting here reviewing all that has happened got me thinking that, If i had a chance or an ability to go back in time and remeet you again, I would,
The sands fall wastefully, Across the charcoal floor, How? I ask, with a harrowed sigh, Might I fill the glass with more?
ab ove my bed: natural? ticks we seek what? does not exist- the Concept: comfort I hung on my wall
When you get your first dollar,don't spend it on the ice-cream man.When you get to first grade,read and do what you're told to do.You won't flunk.
Think Your fingers drum tirelessly against the counter Think Humans can survive without many things but it's truly maddening when one doesn't know if its Day? Night? Like an hourglass, time slips by
Must I be patient for my own demise? I do not know what is out there, beyond crests of time, pillows of snow & schemes of wonder. Lust towards unknown and unheard of realities.
It curls and snarls and breathes in my ear, memories of darkness and grief reappear. Closed are the curtains and closed are the shutters. Midnight moves slowly and stands almost still.
To illustrate the Spring, And focus on the innocence of bright new leaves Which cover a fresh landscape... Is ignorance on my part-- To say that infantile flowers are so opaque as to mask
The golden, sparkling, gritty sand, Of each moment of every day, Fulfills our most ancient demand, The price that we must pay. Mortality, our genetic curse, Our lives does dominate,
The 400 milliseconds it took for your eyes to blink Has now become your past Once the time has left, It is gone forever
Need gets confused with want You ask me about it, and I can’t respond For need changes in time
Life is no fun when you're counting it by the hours Life is worth living when you’re gazing at this flower Of what has become and what’s going to be It stands bright and strong after stung by honeybees
I sit up at night with you on my mind... Minutes, hours, I lose track of time. Your beautiful face, your flawless skin I pray to be with you before my 'amen' Your smile can light a bright spark in this heart,
Sometimes nothing is needed more Than a moment's rest from The constant commotion Burrowed in the heel of The stride of life But then, In other instances, The spaces in life seem
Today. Today is my last first day of high school. Some may think it's a blessing in disguise, but I see it as a day of mourning. It's that last time your mom will be taking pictures with the sign that says
Fleetingly she flies Leaving us in her wake She hears nothing of our cries and pleads to brake For continue she must and turn us all back into dust Yet she bears no blame for Time is her name
tick tock. tick tock. you’re running out of time. you’re going to be too late. tick tock tick tock
Summer passes on a sultry breeze Windswept by sauntering time Until at last I find myself frail and old With all the good days far behind
damned. forced to live in linear time without the benefit of linear thought. - 04/05/1995 2:15am - kenneth p rougeau jr
We've stood here for centuries. We've stood here since the first defiance Shown through the eating of a fruit forbidden.
What's more valuable than money?Time. What you do in those moment, it becomes of value. The beautiful thing about life is the choices you make. Often you can
So fortunate we are To have the news at our fingertips At every moment. Each event in the world Is broadcast in seconds, The good and the bad, But mostly the bad.
Time. It has grown these knarreled and misshapen oaks. It has ravaged and swelled these grey grey graveyards. And it faded the once great abbey into
existence is fragile every moment is fleeting I can not help thinking this will all be over soon days pass so slow but one day you will look in the rearview everything's behind you
School, Practice, Shower, Church, Homework. The cycle never ends. But in the end, It will all be worth it. Hopefully.
Same page different books.. From the dusty stones… Hidden hopes in your blank looks. In the library of our mind
I can still feel the brush of his lips on mine And the strength of his arms as he pulls me close. I wish I could go back to that beautiful time
Time is a vast resource, Yet not enough remains. Days pass, Seconds wasted turn to minutes, Hours tick by, Gone now and forever, Clock that goes round and round, Seemingly endless string,
My heart feels cold, like a dirty piece of ice,
- Silence pours over my ear drums Talk to me? no - not tonight - for I am in a curious state of being. I'm feeling my blood rush through me It's swirling and dancing in my viens
Is it a question or is it simply an act? It seems to be unquestionable because by questioning it you are automatically doing it, so what is it? We walk with a planned destination,
Fifty years in this place,
Today is the day I realized I was one day going to die It makes me think of how I’ve spent 5840 days of my life Every second I cherish is every second i let fade away Because a second only lasts for 0.006% of your day
Today is the day I realized I was one day going to die It makes me think of how I’ve spent 5840 days of my life Every second I cherish is every second i let fade away Because a second only lasts for 0.006% of your day
Tick Tock the clock mocks straight from up ahead As I lay, Time keeps pounding down upon my head. My head lays heavy on the dark blue sheets of my bed No matter what I do sleep is something that I dread.
The dim yellow beam of the flash light carves a path through the clutter of old tools and antiques
He's got the charm of a devil, smile to prove it. She's got a mind full of fate, heart to win it. I've got a life full of time and no one to spend it on.
The faceless-ageless friends didn't find her hiding.
And she scratched and clawedAt her fragile skin,Ripping off scabs and scars,Watching the red begin surface.The blood dripped down her legsUntil it blended with thered of her toenails.
Philosophers have posited that time does not exist,
Are we not all connected? What a lonely world would we be if we were not all affected by each other.
I catch you summer breeze and suddenly time stops, A moment of appreciation sets in. It seems you wait until I have forgotten your cool touch. I can't help but feel a smile begin.
I know you think this can'
Each and every second is unique. Like fingerprints and sunsets, they are never the same. Each moment is its own. Everytime the clock moves its hand the present becomes past and,
I think my stomach's about to explode today is the day and I just wish it were yesterday I had more hope for today back then.
I am in my dorm room crying because I feel rejected. *Swish* I am 15 years before sitting in the orphanage waiting for my new parents to come pick me up My birthmother rejected me and in her place I got a new mom and dad.
Sometimes I like to be alone.
At dawn, we try to chase it. We want to catch it. Why? If we do trap it, we can grow up, we can be on our own, we can make our own path. But tides turn. It now chases us.
There is so much to do but so little time. You could find what you've lost; you could lose what youv'e found. But only you can deicde what is good for you to hold on to.
Time is relentless It torments us constantly From "running" or "flying" by so fast When we are laughing and smiling As if cutting off our happiness supply to going in slow motion
Sometimes I think, we are just on the brink of discovery. Friends and faces screaming names wispered silences broken frames. Crying tears, and laughing faces
The leaves outside aren’t
Who am I?I am you.I am a breathing soul,Encompassed in a container of massThat seems to be self-aware of its mortality.
Hate is not a word I care to adore But there is only one who could wear that title
Everything. Is. Awesome It’s a foreign thought to admit that the world is awesome A convoluted statement to understand the world of awesomeness
"Beep,beep." The headache starts.
One time love You're not When I see you I know you're the best When we hold hands We share so much Our love is timeless Our loving time I want to be with you
he hands of Time seem at rest, but with a simple, steady beat they move toward an eternity unknown to the world.
One: The day I began to exist. Two: It’s official, I’m now a Baptist. Three: First time I’d ever been kissed. Four: Finally made Principal’s List. Five: Went skating, and then, sprained my wrist.
As each day passes,!I realize how precious my time here on Earth really is.
The ticking never seems to slow,
Time passing Seconds Minutes Hours Days and Weeks and Years
Billowing, billowing, The wind in life's sails, Teasing, breathing, pushing Our existance through the Passages of time, Dusty and cobwebbed and ancient. The constant sigh of hours Rushing by,
Love me, love me like no other, love me like this is the last chance we have to make this right, my heart is on a timer, every second closer and closer ticking to zero, every second we're on a tight rope while the crowd applauds, ready to watch
No, I won’t cease Yes, I won’t stop Maybe you know me As the face of a clock I am like a river, I have a flow You can go with me,
Time, I’m begging you please Slow down for me You’re going too fast Like a child running mad Yes, Like a child running mad Time, please go real slow
drink deep; breathe peace, hidden, in chaos. bliss, in terror there is no limitation, anywhere, that is not self imposed
11:08 I’ve never been so frustrated
When we were five, every day was like a new present. We were literally like kids on Christmas, but every day was a holiday. We get to see Grandma today. We get to play with our new friend.
Ten minutes is ticking. Can't find the time losing such minutes. Close to such hours I wait patiently, for my moment to shine. I ask myself when will that be?
There are some things that slowly but surely cease to exist
There... Here... Gone...
I am reorganizing the books on the shelf, As the young man walks in. He offers to help, But I ask him to tell me about his family instead.
Love is patient.
Pounding the pavement- Just breathe. Rounding the corner, and drowning in water- Just breathe. Sprinting the last steps while blurring my
Dreams of midnight sonnets have passed away
The hours tick by One by one The never ending dance twirling around the circular floor The years spin by Withering, decaying, and all the while New life begins Tick, tock, tick, tock
Bright, big smile.
Time slows down One minute the equivalent of an hour, One hour seems like a day, One week is an eternity.
I trust my grandmother is well
I miss the world I once knew.
The Walls are Crying
There's so much of it, more than anything else It's dominance is clear that it cannot be stopped by anything, even itself Time stands alone, for itself is all it needs as we are intertwined within
I was invited to a buffet. All you can eat, they assured me.
Gently place your foot upon the road, the simple start of every journey. Little do you know, that this road is me,
Or maybe as a child Riding my bike across the street I never looked up to realize
Under a willow in yellowing fields, Watching the bees as summertime yields, The flowers to autumn's bitter chill. I sit in the grass and time stands still. Feathered white clouds hang in the sky,
he span of
Tick tick tick A silent wish One owned by quietness Tock tock tock
1 mississippi, 2 mississippi, 3 mississippi, 4 mississippi, 5 mississippi. I just wasted 5 seconds of my life. 6 mississippi, 7 mississippi, 8 mississippi, 9 mississippi, 10 mississippi.
I used to be able to time travel. The time-portal to the past and present was a warm, blue seat.The time-portal to love was through vast, green bamboo stems.
A clock Man created An attempt to measure An unfathomable concept
Time. Time was what I needed To let butterflies escape To let the memories fade To let the thoughts of you to go away But it brings My anger towards you My hate towards you
Of all the things my life has led to I never would have guessed it would lead to you I was inexperienced quite,
The knowing of time not being long enough- We waste it with our assumptions of its endlessness. We assume theres enough, That there will always be tomorrow. For those with a tomorrow, That never comes,
the breeze feels like feathers against my skin and laughter suffocates me but i can still breath. two beers shots shots shots shots shots dark souls filled to the brim with inebriation
Time Flies time flies as humanity thrives and dies time flies as the young say their goodbyes time flies when having fun time flies
Plans for the future
A moment in Time, Speaks to those who least awaits it: Rustling of Bamboo leaves, Beckoning the wind to come. Green among brown, Furtile among barren. How, that one shall only recognize that now,
Here’s a silly poem I came up with. Disclaimer: It is NOT to be taken seriously. I was inspired by a Limerick poem which is meant to be silly and weird. Often times they make little to no sense at all.
When you run with the earth Pounding a drum against your souls Heart beating faster Breath coming quicker. When you run from your mother’s womb An alien to the world you entered
Let us drown in the sea of sorrows, For the waves can wash our sins ashore. Nobody can fetch us from our burrows. Therefore, let time be dismissed from its core.
He keeps me up
Tick Tock Two hands On a clock Six to twelve At two o’clock Five chimes ring, Schoolhouse rock Ticking red hand, Metered like Bach; Cursive Roman numbers
whispering whispering throught the trees telling secrets telling lies and tall tales too through the tall grass and where the urban street meets the meadow where the wild becomes tame
I stare into a shrinking candle’s flickering flame on my dusty, wax stained rug, on empty, still, Friday nights.
The sickness corrupted everything,
My alarm is a merciless overlord
You're the only Watch I know that's been ravaged by Time, your arms bent under the demented humor of the Universe,
The ticking time tricks all The music holds true our steady beat As we all produce our sounds How many beats per minute from all
Time. Night fades away, as the sun warms the air, The voices are still, and the air is thinner today. Noon creeps above the clouds, as not even a sound has bound.
All you need is a moment of pure decision Feel the joy of direction And the loss of potential When the past has come and stolen your time You’re feeling forced into submission And thankfulness
Who am I? That's a loaded question. We are all dense individuals, filled like an overflowing dam with ideas, experiences and contexts.
You say that time flies I'm dreading every second
Knots Some for infinity Tied together tight Never taken away Until it is not needed Until its job is done
like a vintage film roll everything's cloaked in red the novelty of the moment is surprising; the fluidity, expected. wrapped up in darkness and nestled on the heavy wings of time,
I have a secret. It’s really big. So big, that I don’t think you would believe me. It starts with a heart and pain and loss; And big round eyes and eyes of glass. Believing doesn’t matter, because it’s a secret
I have a lifetime ahead of me But all I can think about Are those few hours I spent with you Closer than ever wrapped up, lost in sheets together I have a lifetime ahead of me
The most interesting thing one can learn Is how time may stretch and weave As you read, view, or listen. The first time I knew this was true Was found in a year that never happened.
I am learning to be grateful for each moment because just as the one before it it will add to the history of yesterday. So before it secretly slips away let me share something with you my friends. Time.
I am learning to be grateful for each moment because just as the one before it it will add to the history of yesterday. So before it secretly slips away let me share something with you my friends. Time.
I am waiting for the day or even the moment when someone looks at me and instead of saying I look upset or worried or just plain stressed out… all of which pry is true but I am waiting until that one person looks at me, realizes the truth
What was not foreseen, has come to pass. What should be gone, seems to last. The paradox of time.
the main door is locked running late why do i even bother to come to this place full hate some have given up is it even worth fighting for what you can't acheive
Tomorrow Tomorrow That is when you will be all mine When our hands fold like cards When I feel your marrow against mine
Sometimes I feel like I'm suffocating, and i don't want to be saved Sometimes i imagine a tombstone, with my full name engraved I dream of my funeral, the people who would cry,
Sitting on a rumbling train, emerging from the underground humming into the New York City night, through the window I look. Looking out through bolted windows to where my eye meets the end
If I could I would auction off my fondest memories
We watch this time go by And maybe we grow All we can do is sigh And say, "Where did the day go?" The Clock goes tick-tock-tick And it just makes us sick The way it perseveres
The glow and look in your eye. A shock of excitement from your smile. Spread of warmth from those delicate hands Maybe even a stride in your walk
Time is flying by faster than I can blink. Or time has stopped completely, I think... What has become of this place? Is there no distance between time and space? I believe my time's run out.
Time Begins to Change
Him. He is all. He is one. He knew what would happen when time was done. Time. The time we live in does not last forever. So how can one say that we will always be together? It’s not a gift.
I am me You are you We are different in more ways than seem true You are not perfect, and neither am I, You are thin, and I am wide. But while all of this is true,
I want to go back yesterday
How strangely the world works You have everything you've wanted Yet you still feel alone In a room of your closest friends Why is that so? How desire touches each soul
Time Night fades away, as the sun warms the air. The voices are still , the air is thinner today. Noon creeps above the clouds, as not even a sound has bound.
Tick-Tock, Tick-tock A second gone
We all live On a clock For we live through time And time is told By a clock So look our lives And everday is less then a seond Every hour less then a year Our lives compared
To all wounds of the heart, Time is the antidote. Designed like a coat Soothing the pain as it impart It is nonpareil It understands what you want As time acts more than a confidant
Is that drink worth the toxins infliftrating your body? swimming through your sucumbed organs that have no choice what your mind chooses to feed Is it really what you need?
there's never enough time enough time it's always running out running running out the clock ticking ticking ticking pulsing surging Rushing I'm always Rushing
There was another reality
falling through, walking around time on my hands the long days and night ' im still confused on my daily days make it worth while, sleeping peacefully im wasting my time time on my hands
((We're hanging here by our nails and our toes while the lights flash red and the feeling goes.
These halls will be empty, far sooner than we think.
I don't if is been the movies or my friends, I have recently become an addict for a woman's fur, their beautiful skin and beautiful lips make me go crazy, if only I had a special girl that could fulfill my thirst,
Time seems fluid. You and I are just floating through. Time stretches on and on, Until the day has ended And the darkness is surrounding. The rising sun
Our days have been numbered like pages Our time is chapters unfinished And, to turn the pages, we find the line of giving
Within this uncompromising maze, the faceless men in white suits force you to stumble along the path from point A to B. Tall white walls confiscate creativity and slowly strangle the unsuspecting
I discover myself contemplating my being as I linger in an abyss of corruption. Hiding from the mournfulness that intimidates me as I sleep. I was never cherished, I was no favorite of anything.
the seconds startled escape my clutching fingers i try to catch and eat them hold them inside keep them within but they escape my clutching fingers fall to the floor
I run into an open sky. I watch the sunset and within the orange and pink horizon I see me. I see myself at just 5 years old walking into a new surrounding. I see my teacher anxiously awaiting
Time. People. Dreams. Times change
The star light twinkles The dreary waters quiver I am at peace Flashing lights dwindle My heart is beaing faster It is time to shne Lost but never found
I saw the shadows of the day wax and wane,
Tick Tock You hear a clock You ache, you moan “Why? Oh Why?” Tick Tock No one is coming There is a fly in here No one is coming Tick Tock “Where is everyone?”
Uncomfortable, quiet, something undone. Ready for nothing, unconfirmed but still tons of excitement, uncertainty, ready, in wait. Contradiction, shifting, family, friends.
If life is like an open book, My pages are made of glass. As I carefully make each turn, Time continues to pass. A rip is like a crack, In the story of my life. Any kind of peril,
Wanting, Aching, Craving The World. To expand my mind to places farther than my backyard or the church, To learn a language of love by being surrounded by foreign lovers,
I want to be immersed... in the very depths of your soul. I want to feel your warm breath, creating the prickles on the back of my neck. I want to see the loving look you give me,
I wandered through searching faces As the skies opened up in flame And stars reached back to embrace What calls us all by name I sat beside the water To learn to be alone
When we see a wilted flower We recall the wondrous life that was An aging actress appears on the screen
The time we spend with ourselves when living in a community full of so much. The money we try to save towards spending on the next new thing. The work we put into not working at all
Tick, tock, dark thirty, the clock summons the block Smoke funneled, now comes around in the name of honor
I'm that weird girl that sits in the back The quieter you are the less attention you attract Though I'm not the only one who would rather it dark At times I find those with that same unique heart
When you ask “How was camp this year?” my mind freezes.
As the seconds tick by the wheels begin to lurch. Time is but a lie but we follow it like clockwork. The pendulum begins to climb the setting sun is but a ruse.
A fear that time will not stop Because it won't And I have seen it pass All along So I am sure That it won't stop And it cannot, Now, can it?
Whenever you look at a clock, seconds tick away. Wheneer you take a step, millions are taken. Wenever you say a word, coversations begin and end. Whenever you do anything,
Mr. Clock, why are you so mean? Every time I'm havin fun time flees, Yet every time I am unhappy you won't leave. Mr. Clock, your hands are evil, They control me in every way.
Time is not promised,
Although the clock will tick Time seems to melt away
Mountain valley's rise. to quakes of dissonance, Curving in the gears beneath each watch face,
Why is time ticking like this?I hope you can forgive my stuttering pride, for I’m just not sure what I feel anymore.
A thousand universes aligned To being us tonight, tomorrow, and forever Some call it fated, destined, or something like that It's actually pure dumb luck The odds are astronomical This is the impossible
I could be addicted to heroine, but your love is so much brighter I could swim around in a pool of alcohol,
On this day, at this moment, time stands still. But stop and think, all the time we've killed. Shut your eyes, travel back with me now, your first day of school. Do you remmeber how;
Another day has dawned Another night is gone. Time keeps slipping away Leaving us day by day Each one different yet the same And all escape as quickly as they came. Young men grow up to be old
Build me a home to hide in To grow, to live and to die in I’ve made my bed for me to lie in Made of sewn cotton and pine Couldn’t I just stay in limbo here? The hands on the clock would disappear
I see a stranger standing there And wonder of her cares. Where is she from And why did she come? What are her fears What causes her tears? I wonder why she is alone
imagery and wonderment swirl in my head salt sea and sand mix together in my throat sun is out sun is gone it doesn't matter what day it is each second is the future of the last
Never say "I love you"
That great gaping maw of the past opens and I slide down that rabbit hole, like I'm a 2-year-old again riding down
I sat upon my hammock And listened to the world The people gliding past me Like ships with sails unfurled
in this black notch of time
The pitfalls of man, though shallow, stay d
If I cry to the heavens by moonlight
Time Is The Only Thing You Cant Get Back Time And Time Again Your Losing One Sec By The Time You Open Your Eyes By The Time You Catch Breath Your Time Line Has Started With Your Life Line Set.
Time passes us by the tide sweeps the sand aside one grain lost in the sands of time just a passing memory in people's minds what we are....lost in where we are.
Round and round we go time continually moving through an infinite loop of truths and experiences prove that we are not as used to to the unforseen movement of reaity
Her heart is slowly dying. Her scars grow deeper and deeper. As she is no longer trying. Only watching the calamity beat her. The fire surrounds her soul. She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
I am an optimistic soul I wonder about my past I hear the time keepers hands I see my future I want to start over I am a prisoner of time
The death of waiting, a vice grip on my chest denies me the option to breathe, my wrists bound in cuffs of limitation, feet stuck in frustration, mind set on fascination but body tied,
On a clear night, I look up and think that the sidewalk would rise vertical so that I may walk all those miles to the stars and on a bright morning as the sun still nudges the horizon,
Time, it marks us, changes us, shapes us, moves us, and it leaves us. Memories, a time we remember, a time we once loved, a time we once hated,
Now before you decrease judgment, Heres some words yo
Under the stars I feel most alive,
Dearest Teller of Time, Why do I continue to carry you throughout the day? You do not forget, You do not forgive-- never pausing for me...constantly impatient.
Past closed up pizza jointsPast laundromats, through the dying noisethe nights tick on like clockworkwatch the calendar as my steps unwind
A day recedes, I'll chase down one more nightA lamed and hobbling Spring tries to outrun the tideof all the misspent monthsand all this wasted time
Oneida says she's out of timefor mining lies from crooked mindsand spending nights beneath strange blanketsstreet-to-street, tab at a time.
Tick tock, tick tock 1, 2, 3, 4 Starts the race. 7 hard steps. 5 fast seconds. - Tick tock, tick tock 75, 76, 77, 78 Starts the second lap. Draft behind first. Don't drop the pace.
What is this life we live? We can’t get back the time of day We learn, we work, we suffer We give our precious time away The memories we make The lessons that we learn
They say time is like the ocean;
Time is a fragile elementIt stops for no manEven if it were said he was excellentTime is the part of a bigger plan.
If i could turn back time
Am I really here?
In our world today
Nothing ever explains the way I feel about you,I never saw you
Never free at times Sometimes is just fine for some Times confine us here
The world brought me whatever I needed, A friend, A mother, A father, A brother- Yet, it took away something valuable. Someone I loved, Someone I adored- She was my sister,
Let me grip tightly to this life in this moment With everything standing still while time is stolen
Here's one from several months back: Weighed down by the mistakes of my past A pebble, a rock, a mountain on my shoulders At first I ran, regrets like quicksand sucking at my feet
The ticking, ticking of the clock Repetitious, never stopped Ticking, tocking all the day All while the pendulum swings and sways Oh so rhythmic and defined Oh so soothing all the time
Tick, tock, Trillions of thoughts race through in an instant.
I am not a poet.
(read like to the beat of a metronome or a ticking clock) Water drips, puckered lips. Tapping sounds, making rounds. Hitting bars, counting stars. one, two, three, four.
People are always asking me questions. Who? What? When? Why? These questions make me feel as I am running out of time. Time is valuable, time is sacred.
The first shot of a civil war rings in the ears of the townsfolk Two world leaders shake hands and prevent a nuclear war Aphrodite commits adultery
For over 5 years, a prisoner to myself Shadows of isolation cast upon my very being Searching for traces of sanity, satiated in a cell Of my own design, questioning another breath
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick Time spent wasted
If anyone has listened to the words of a song One will surely hear a time long gone It comes quite swiftly too fast to avoid the feelings of the past both of sorrow and joy
Don’t kill time!
Look at the flower blossom little by little its start to grow like you As the days go by the flower starts to wilt no rain no sun how does it survive? with other flowers nearby
I'm weird, I'm brave, I'm scared, I'm tall, I
Waves splash against the cliff
Up above our wondrous world
They only fester in the silence. Time is ticking. We should stop being quiet Because all they can do is fester in the silence. The longer they fester, the worse the pain. Time is ticking.
Oh where has the time gone? The days have flown by We had times of joy- We laughed together And we had fun We had times of sorrow- We cried together
Scary how everything we do matters How time is money and money matters How relationships grow with time and begin to matter How we grow old and dont seem to matter As much Or care
my mood is
Tick, Tock It moves with the sound of a clock Standing tall Its massive arms fall Silent yet fowl It lets out a strangled howl Nasty and Cold It never gets old
A branch cracks off a lonely tree, The grass dries in a meadow, A life sentence; at last set free, Death comes to old Gepetto. A newborn child takes a breath, The moon shines in the night,
My people once were Warriors
Shoot me up, I'm feeling empty Give me a shot, a dose of feeling Thirty pain-givers are all I'm needing To give rhythm to this pointless beating She said "Time crawls but we still get older
A lot can happen in 5 minuets Both miracle and tragedy A lot can happen in 5 minuets Come, let us see 5 minutes is all I takes For a baby to be born
This is the day when I lost all I had, The day when my world fell apart. The only thing left was the sliver of light,
What will we see? When the clock stops ticking Will birds still sing and live on the tallest trees? Will life around still move foward? When the clock stops ticking "Time is cruel,"
Save the newborn eyes So that the mind grows astonished
I used to think I loved you I used to think you cared I used to think "this is it" I used to be so scared I used to want to be your all I used to think you did too
Events have come and gone. To change them, changes everything. Yet the feeling persists. The feeling of regret. Of desire to change. Change history. Change time.
To my friends:
I have traveled in time To when animals; my brothers, with too large teeth roamed the Earth.
Heated Upset Not Happy All the product of problems Jay-Z says he has 99 This bitch has too many to count no, not like real life problems
my soul is an attic; there are dust particles floating and settling all around. my memories lie, scattered upon decrepit, creaky shelves and doubtful, broken staircases.
15 minutes to get to class 60 minutes to take the test 2 weeks to study 4 hours of sleep And what seems like an eternity waiting for grades
I do not see your physical body Your physicality is beautiful beyond measure Your personality eminates frequencies of joy beyond conception Your character stands tall with virtue and honesty
Don't want to forget the memories, but like the stars as they grow old, millions of years afar, they're disappearing, slowly, one by one.
Time is a beautiful enemy, a two faced friend. a HEALER, a destroyer. A lover, but a fighter. Time is on our side. they say, " You have time to do this, you have time to do that!"
Staring in the Face of Regret by Averey Respall Sitting, Waiting, Procrastinating. Later, After, Then. This is it. It's now or never. Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock A glimpse at the clock
Marble floors and polished glass,Shining like the mahogany grandfather clockthat gives off the scent of fresh pine and lemon.It sits quietly in the cornerObserving.
Waiting. Watching. Time. Tick. Flashing before the eyes of all, Until the candle burns out. Tock.
A change so exciting, so different, so new New Friends and Old Friends becoming few Parties, Football games, Laughs, The Insane
I am glad you guys made it,
Most of my motivation is gone. I see no moving forward.
each paycheck of mine is soiled with notes and words and organic molecules. every stolen envelope, in my mind, resonates a time of vast
at the end of every today that passes i lay able to rest because i know that it means i am yet another day closer another day closer to my tomorrow
Sometimes I wish time would run for me
With blood and tears, Our love was sown. With painful years, Our love has grown. Though not always the best, It has lasted long. Every trial and test Have made it strong.
Stop the tides from turning, stop the flowers from blossoming, stop the sun from shining,
Tick, tick, tick; 3 seconds; the length by which a gold fish’s memory exceeds.
tick tick tick Time is always running out. tick tick tick What can I do about it? The tock tock tock Makes my brain tick tick. The tick tick tick
The time lost the time is gone Our time we had was just so fun Every time with you it was just so great Now it seems I showed up too late
As the stars shine in the night sky,
It started with a “Yes” All you need is a “Yes” Best three letters, Y-E-S We talked for an Hour
Spinning so fast goes the world, life happens so swift it comes in a twirl. Be still, my soul, be still right now. It doesn't even give excitement somehow. "Slow down!", I say as I run so fast.
It's graduation All my hard work has paid off It's my time to shine
Love is everything in science love is reproduction in poerty love is tragedy in movies love is fate in childhood love is grotesque in war love is scarce in time love is stronger
Change guides man through life Without change life stands the test so change to live life.
Past Future can be Redefined These walls stand as dimensions, doorways to the past future. A Fresh and vibrant, broken image.
Watch Time Friend of Mine Brave and cunning Clever till the end Watch the red, as it spreads
Life Rides On a Silver Line Dug deep Feel the earth beat Revolve around in light and dark Breath its air
My Lovable Sweetheart Starlight eyes Never leaving mine Against your thighs, like pillows
I'd change time. The pace, the unsteadiness. The uneasiness, the discombobulation.
I see change In every second there is change
Thoughts are as common as the world And at the same time they shape it Sticking to our detailed minds making them twirl
Once I stared at the page All it took was a second The words would come, the sounds so easy But then the heartbreak came The abandonment from those I loved And I couldn't write
Sweet songs of monsters never ending
Do you see the tears that pour down their faces? Watching their loved ones die Its no way to live, why not cry? We see it in their eyes: the weakness, the terror. To borderline death is no way to survive.
Time is a harsh progression It leads on for sake of change Each second, minute, hour Presses us to the point of asking it to stay O, Consistency! O, To stay the same!
Every now and then, My mind escapes me, and returns-- Exerting more energy with each fleeting arrival And departure But this time, it returns With a question
Helplessly falling beneath your wide eyes Smile while your lips speak into my soul flling my belly with butterflies Caramel fingrtips pressed tinderly onto my brown skin
"No more snow," they say. 'We are finished with that part of day. We are past that portion of year. We are done with that hour of drear!" "No more snow?" I say. "We have past all pf the array
Tick tock chokes the clock- The seconds fall with each tear; The world stops to stare As I disappear. I scream for heaven’s help; I pray it is not true; But Time is a heartless thief, And Life is cruel.
Each decade is a second; Eternity a day. Your life ends as Time Snatches each moment away. Time is the silent wraith Hovering over your shoulder, Hiding in your shadow, Waiting as you grow older. “It will not be long” he whispers.
The following poem is an Elizabethan sonnet. Since I was young I looked up to the stars. The second to the right my eyes did meet. And though the twinkling speck seemed very far
I forgot my watch today, I tried to draw it on, My hands didn't move, and now the time is gone,
If trees could speak, they’d scream. Their brethren die for the business man And with them, everything. The world is slowly turning From green to gray -- From leaves to metal,
did time burn out the flame. whose the one to blame.
I spend my time biding by, tie my shoes, adjust my tie, i walk this square, all life seems fair a vision did i see, a vision of what I used to be how will i know i chose right?
A second's time is not as long As the world will let you think But still we sing our same old song As our lives pass by in a blink The sun goes up and the sun goes down
I've sat and I've pondered, trying to create The words in my head to explain to you how I feel. How every thought is consumed by you while I lay in bed. How every moment not spent with you, is a moment wasted.
Time is the thing that makes things new; It makes bonds strong; It makes you you. It gives many chances and takes many away; It's the reason that there is an end to each day. Time has no color, no voice, no thoughts;
In the morning I wake to rush and runTo keep in time time timeIn the day I have so little funI keep in time time timeIn the noon I begin to swoonFor there is so little timeNot even enough for this rhyme
So I walk aimlesslyWithout aim Where did I come from?Well, that’s a trivial matter
One day, my shoulders will give inDefiance will admit defeat, and they willDrop, like theBone-weary man wrapped around himself, shivering in the cold.
At the end of the day, when the flashback startsThe brilliant rays of the sun isall I’ll remember
Change is always around us Change is everywhere It happens every day, but sometimes we hardly notice The temperature, the shape of the clouds, and change even arises from tectonic plate movement.
I had a dream in the past before, a woman so perfect who made my heart roar, her voice echoed through each waking moment, I would feel her touch when my body jolted.
Revived Among Lost Time Played among a thin line Life was pail and blind Sick with poison
Limited by time
I can romanticize anything Books, jobs, boys Toys! This list is endless. I am a clear romantic at heart I can spin a tale and have that tale Be invigorating, special, fun, exciting
Brown withered leaves fall,young roses fold, cold snows fade,but we still remain.
The pain hurts. It rips, it tears, it brings heartache It is following in my own wake. Fun at first that's what I saw, A perfect image without flaw. immediately I had to take
If I could change one thing, it’d be this tall, intimidating fence. I’d tear it down and frolic away deliriously into the world that’s been waiting for me.
As a child, I've always been hollow on the inside
time is infinite but life is fleeting why cant anyone see what im seeing am i so different from everyone else why isn't it easy or even fair for that matter
don't care either way its just another day cant seem to sleep my sanity I'm trying to keep little by little its disappointing being sucked out of life is frustrating so much to do
i admire the crayons for no matter how you push or how hard the pressure they'll pick themselves up and cling to their other i admire the crayons for when in times of stress they melt together
Hold me tight, don't let me fallThe sky is still light, the lark hasn't calledUntil then don't let go, stay for this last hourStay until the candle is low, before you leave my tower.
Tick Tock, Years fly by. Hands upon the clock, Tend to sigh.
Years after years, Knowledge slowly seeps, Into your mind. Experience after experience,
Can you see from my clothes, all the things I know. Adorned from head to toe in mediocrity. I use to feel the need to exceed normality.
I own these things;these things I bore,yet left me for deadI own these things.No ones name but mine engraved.No one to blame, but me to blame.Everlasting, unforgiven, unchanging.
If Time passes like the wind is it really that Important? If people die every day do their lives even mean a thing? Why are we even here if we will just pass away someday? Why are we existing
How can you hold all the promise in the world, and you can't keep a promise worth making? Why are hearts so rythmic and loud, My dear, I think yours are breaking. How can you create such beautiful things,
I often like to think of you like
Dreams that track a vast ocean Smooth as the face of a mirror Is the Time I lost The surface unbroken My thoughts unspoken Is the Time I lost
In equal amounts each year It is this we must fear- For a day cannot expire without it;
Slow like the morning sun rises The hourglass frozen Dawn passes a slow horizon
Even when I die My voice shall cry Immortalized through The mind`s eye Even if I rot You will not forgot You will hear my poetry More than the ticking of the clock
Although change upon myself would be lovely,Although change to the faults of the world would be just,
Much deeper than flesh Being myself is complex Everyday improving my thought process Life only gives one promise Can’t tell you where I’m going based off places that I’ve been
Your time today could be your last
lend me your hoursi want to know how itmust feel to possessseemingly infinite timeto lay weary head to pillowin tune to dimming sun andnot daunting rise of raysrejecting any chance of rest
Don't forget to say hello when I'm walking down the hall at school, and you see me look away. Don't forget to smile ate me once in awhile so I know you still care, even if I don't return it.
So many things could change,Only to change one,How can you choose?I would change the way people see time.People are so caught up in tomorrow or yesterday,They watch the minutes tick by on technology,
To change is to make something once the same another way Imagining a future where everything is sublime Growing a path that might otherwise become neglected and decay
It’s almost time, we’re nearly done Senior year, the final one Last year to cherish the friends we make It’s time for risks we want to take Life is quickly passing by
So little time. So much to do.
Time today and time tomorrow Time flies fast and we feel sorrow Time drags on and drops low to the floor Time waits for you to stand long at the door
Picture this: You grow up, get married. The two of you buy a house, nothing fancy Just a quiet little fix-me-up in a safe neighborhood. The two of you fill the house with kids Taking each day one at a time.
Tomatoes remind me of Grandpa I ate my first tomato when I was five. ...I thought it was an apple Imagine my surprise as I looked up at Grandpa, His face scruching up into his half smile.
Life is a tricky game to play Coasting through, not a care in the world Like kids in a game of hide-and-seek Making each move, not knowing What's behind the corner? Growing older, time still isn't winning
The grasses yellow long or gold they leanover universes small and everything
Faster than dark, from disillusioned skies Of sable silk, the stars release their grasp, Descending into bitter winds that rasp Against the feathers of a night who flies Faster than silence born of memories
Life is a dayOf a thousand hoursA million secondsA millennia's worthOf cool breezes and breathsThat escape past our lipsIn smiles and sighs and laughsDrawn unsuspecting from our souls
Time, closing in. I can feel it.
What is war? The child asks, Eyes wide and bright, Looking up at me For I know only peace. Tell me, please, what is war, For I do not know of it. Tell me of a world
What gets me inspired? Damn, I don't really know guess this prompt has been really eye-opening though. I'm just sitting here with some writer's block, if I can make this poem creative I'll be in shock.
A world of hope
To thee, I pose a question, Where shall the time go when it has passed by? Does it creep through the window up into the endless realms of space,
"I can't wait to grow up!" the little girl told. You get to do whatever you want when you're old. Being little meant you couldn't do much.
Big hand is Minutes and Short hand is Hours Both take my time and waste it as I try, Try as hard as I can to read a clock, It's easy. Counting by fives, It's one of the rare things I can
Look down at the pocket watch Time slips past. From boy to man, Much too fast. With swash buckling books, You dreamt once Of distant islands Filled with mountains,
Empty, solitary, realxed, and let go. The inner floosy of my heart is free to close her eyes and rest. I usually see one other joining my personal solitary confine. Not today though;
The inability of the human brain to comprehend Millions, Billions, and Trillions Has somehow exused and allowed us to Blindly and Unkindly Abuse the very things that holds our Bickering, Snickery
I sit next to you every night and feel the tension. You still can’t see why I want to be with him, Why I love him so dearly, How I could ever be with anyone like him, And one day, I hope you will.
Everything has an expiration date, no matter what it is. Food, life, and even love can all expire. It's only a matter of time.
It has been described as a record of existence How long something is present or how long it wasn't. Time is both the past, and the future, and the present, Escalating at a constant rate that alters not.
You’re so maybe, just maybe
In our adolescense, we are the most vulnerable.
Can't you see that times have changed?People move on but you're still the same?Everyones got their own lives nowDo you even know where you're going? TIMES HAVE CHANGED THE WORLD
A boy So full of arrogance Wanting only to destroy, Killing as if it were a dance Another boy, Oh so different With a mind of tricks and ploy His destiny is not what it was meant
maybe there will be a t i m e for us
Close my eyes to a light that shines so bright it blinds me. I see visions of love laughter and prosperity surrounding me.
Birth is characterized by the second, minute, hour, and year you were born Your parents admired your innocent face A blessing they would say as you were torn
My broken angel With wings made of porcelain With a mind held together by threads With scars on his skin that run like mine do Deep Full of a history Of stories The stuff of nightmares
Dancing in the grass, feeling faint, I might collapse
In fifteen minutes you can get out of bed. In fifteen minutes you can eat breakfast and brush your teeth.
Everything is wild, And Everything is thus something, But will the tides turn, Till we have nothing? We lost it all, Though we had it all, Everything was all we needed,
The mists are thick in my eyes. The Whats I've done and the Wheres I've been are clouding my present tainting my future until I can't see What is now or Where is next.
Time is a river that flows in one way. When it began; how challenging to say! One may assume that the Big Bang was when Time-space began; but what of before then? Ponder the question of what is south of
Each new face starts to blur The memories fade; I do not know what will occur Each new place fills my heart with sorrow Because I am unaware of what will happen tomorrow
The girl who lived in yesterday Now wishes time had never strayed. "Don't lie" is what she was always told, she'll remember that 'til she grows old. The girl who is making the most of today
Nothing is safe, Tick tock, Not even your life, Tick tock, It will take it all, Tick tock, No matter how small, Tick tock, You won't even know, Tick tock, When it will go,
Your smile, your eyes always leave me wanting more The first time I talked to you is something I’d never forget
I have grown older Over the years And I must confess I do not feel more Like ashes or dust But more like Stone
I knew that when I first saw you time had stood still for us to meet I glanced as you and you glanced at me and for a second our eyes met Yet no words came out of our mouths
The one thing in the world that will never change is the past, the one thing that wont wait for anyone or anything is time.
Like a statue time withers you away Till you crack and once you do youll never be the same. Look I know these words sound pretty mundane "We've heard this before" you'll likely exclaim
When I think of you, Ah, I can barely believe it is true. From the moment we met, I could see there was something. But could never tell what it was.
Before I get an "E", let me explain something please, I'm a very busy child and time always runs past me. I know you've alerted us, but with myself I never discuss,
We are big boys and girls. We know where we're going in life. We don't need to know about the weight you lost over break. We just need what will get us an "A". We need help when we ask for it.
How different the city lights look
Kids, teens, youg adults, we are not all the same. Not in our ability to learn nor our in our ability to remember what we've learned. So why,
Whose destination is love. YOU and you and You are my definitions. I’ve learned that I’m just in love with a concept. Life doesn’t work that way. I want the best of all; I always end up with
With wings of ash darkness hides me Shadows glisten on my feathers Burroughs, dusk, and no where near dawn Creatures scrambling to find shelter fromthose that wait and watch for the next victim
How come they say time heals all pain?
It starts with a seed; manifested and festering in the dark cold arms
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time. There's somethings that I regret. Thinking that they would change themselves again, but it was me that it did forget. Me not letting my real feelings show,
The echo of a snicker. My feelings their biggest conquer. Emotional hurt they prefer. Poking at me, That memory still showcased. Authority refused to see. Now they hide behind cyberspace,
Teacher, you sit in class
I tied lavender teabagsto my whittled whitefingers and pretendedI was Virginia Woolf.However, Virginia sankinto the River Ouseand I,into my bathtub.I wanted to sleepand sink
The days passed by faster than I thought, remembering how foolish and carefree I was my freshman year The days passed by faster than I thought, now my sophomore year, spending my time in afterschool tutoring for being behind
"Stand up," you say "You'll use this someday" But that day never comes for T. Gray They called her whore, and you heard all of this Yet you ignored it because ignorance is bliss
"Stand up," you say "You'll use this someday" But that day never comes for T. Gray They called her whore, and you heard all of this Yet you ignored it because ignorance is bliss
In a sea of fish, You are the sand. On Christmas day, you are the socks my mom bought for us. In an orchard of peaches,
I am a fixer,
How do you know what to choose From all the options thrown at you? Where do you want to go? What do you want to do? It's all up to you. For everything that you're worth,
They confide, we relate, we're alive, They escape. You can't hold on to what time already took in storage. Tomorrow's dream was to be different from today.
Time is not measured in hours and minutes and seconds Time is not numbers on a clock, Or days on a calendar. Time is the first time you ride a bicycle;
Standing there with tears streaming down my face, Her heartbeat steadily faded away. Oh, time, do you not care? Don’t you delay?
Consecutive steps toward the threshold Yet 10 miles from the desired goal. Am I too fast or Is life too slow? Reaching pinnacles ironically by hillsides Rather than conquering skyscrapers
I'm lost in a world that's all my own and as I stare at the clock it begins to race not forwards but back, leaving me, in a cloudy haze I see a familiar face, I don't quite remember, but haunting all the same,
Most have heard or read the animated anecdotes of the dead. They are given with joy and wrapped in a bow - - stories of life, of music, of love. But all anecdotes end. Few ever say or re-claim
Today is another day in the books, Nothing to cause any strange looks. But what if today could be a big day? Come out and suprise you in come crazy way? Out of the mundane do significant things occur,
The man in black crawls towards the dusty wind, His thoughts and words swim backwards to the past. Minutes and hours creep shyly to his mind, Ticks and tocks fly, this one slow, this one fast.
There's no such thing as time, time is simply a way to organize the human mind, let me teach you a lesson, the clock ticking on the wall is an illusion of progression,
Like December, Like tomorrow's coming down, Shaking snowflakes to the ground, While you're waiting in bed some more, Cuz in November you were falling all around, Leaves of every color now,
It started with a touch, a feel, a glimpse. The way your name feels, so soft on my lips. The sound of you, it drives me crazy. They mention your name, I love you, baby. You bring back feelings, long pushed away.
Fair What is fair? The fact that you have him there with you He holds you, and tells you he loves you The feeling of being safe and loved in his arms, overwhelms Rarely is a feeling similar
My time is up, There is no room, The clock is stopped, The sun is dead, My time is gone, The breath has fled, There is no time,
I touched the side of the peeling green house. The weather has torn and chisled it away. It used to be bright and proud. It was a strong house, but now it is dying.
Before the first second I saw you,I was incomplete.Deep, but nowhere near seeingTo the bottom of my heart;Immersed in emotion,But not to the pointOf drowning,Slowly and all at once,
Through years of experience I have learn that people may sometimes forget what you have said to them in the past, They may forget what you did, But one thing that I can asure is that they will never forget how you made them feel,
Dreams Like a child's toy Played with by imagination But time goes by The child grows old The toy stays the same The toy sits there Taking up space Waiting to be put into action
Time by the second A limit of control that is less than a minute a minutes that can be morethan hour less than a daybut favors twenty four hours A state of mind that is limitedOh' Grand Design that beckons twelve of night and twelve of daythat r
The scent of vanilla In my hair; Dancing across my body; The cinnamon taste On my tongue When he kisses me; The burnt feeling In his chest when He looks into my Warm eyes;
there will come a time when all is lostwhen there is nothing left worth the risk because you will lose anywayswhen you are so outnumberedwhen you feel you will die & no one will know and no one will care
Time, why did you abandon me? You purposely and mistakenly left my side Days come to short, but to many for counting In myself is where I’ve learned to reside Time, you’re supposed to heal my wounds
Excited with my new backpack and sweater I dont know who I will meet I check the mirror and smile with missing front teeth i see this pretty face and smile tthinking my first day of school wow This mirror that seems to have a cloud I rub and see t
Why should it bother me so? The more that passes the more I know. You can't get it back, and you can't forget. It buries you, burdens, ages, and suffocates you. It resurrects you,
The clock ticks onwardsMenacing, enticing: I,perplexed, uncertain.
If only we had just a little bit more time together, If only we had some time to be free. We wouldn't have to run away and hide and steal time together, We could've made memories, fated to be.
For you I began, without me you don't exist. You named me and try to understand me, so I tell you what I can. But..... I don't remember when I started, I walk in an endless line,
I will draw x's on your spine and smear them off with the salt of my tears. I will listen to the pulses of your heart thrusting against your heaving chest and tally them on the creases
I am the girl who tears scraps of poems and tapes them to her bedroom walls So she can read them before she sleeps One night she dreams about a flying man Tearing open the world’s rusted skin
Tick, tockTick, tockTick, tick, tick The sound of the hands of time as it moves slowly by, but if time moves slowly by, why is there not enough time? We are told to stop and smell the roses,
Minutes moments flying by Minutes moments catch your eye Babies laughing, mothers smiles Happiness that takes you a thousand miles. Approving nods from loving dads
One day, twenty four hours.One thousand, one hundred and fortyStrikes of a little hand.It becomes forty three thousand, two hundred ticksAnd just as many tocks.The numbers are baffling to me,
Two minutes and fifty five seconds for microwave popcorn. Eleven and a half minutes for a phone call with your mother. Ninety minutes for a complete sleep rotation. Eight hours
As I sit there listening to them talk, I wonder am I good enough, To be apart of this family, That no longer know who I am, Or what I have become, A female apart of Humanity that is no longer understood,
The clock of time ticks, Tick, tock, tick. The day I was born, the clock ticked. The clock ticked for me, Tick, tock, tick. The day I was born, the clock stopped. The clock stopped for you.
Time is always ticking in some direction. Whether it’s counting down the minutes left in school, or counting up the days until summer. Time comes with wisdom, strength, power, and memories.
Only you can hear the lovely words spoken through my mind,every time i close my eyes its like a memory ill never find.The laughs, love, and hurt we've put each other through,the time we spent do you remember it all too?
Time is just an element. Why do we make it more than that? Time is just an element, not a physical being we attract. Tell me now, why is time our biggest fear? Why is time divided into years? Why is time the crown jewel?
Rush.Rush.Rush I wish you'd stop rushing me to do it all. You say theres time,but yet i fall. Down goes my grade,down the hole. You say its my fault,where is your soul? I need some help, stop yelling at me.
As the sunset hits the hills It almost seems the world stands still That’s what happens to me When I see your great beauty I have to thank God you see For the beauty he put in front of me
An empty house, ancient and beautiful. Stands regally above the lowly earth. Shingles slither off, front porch steps crumble. But the house has immeasurable worth. Inside swarm ghosts, memories of the past.
Time in Time out Time run around around the clock and back Time laughs Time shouts no! yes! go! now!
Sand is sifting, The grains of time, tumbling Through, down to the dune of The underworld of times past. Moments descending upon us, We take no notice. Moments falling, behind and below existence,
they told me to keep my head up high to just look up towards the sky that tomrowow is a diffrent day thats all they seem to have to say acting as if they understood but knowing that they never could
As a child we learn about love, between a woman, a man and the sun. Pure and sweet as a dove, oh what a sick pun. No one taught me that song, I learned it on my own. Now you claim I am wrong?
Da Dom Da Dom Da Dom (heart beat)Before I knew of his mistake I’d already condemned himEven as he tried to explain I scolded him for action he never madeRazor held high I went in for the killHe’d never hurt another
I'm a youngin'. From the world i was brought in. when i'm sixty. i won't get gritty based on my skin wrinkly and no more shirts fitted It's based on my health. can't be an elf.
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheartTimes will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
Time will not fix it I promise you that No amount of time Will bring it all back Time cannot help you It's not something you can take It's not chemically designed
It Does Not Exist Yet we run on hands, Hands that reach out and hit those cursed numbers. It dictates when we do things, but can we stop it? Ever since we came into this world,
I tell the time by trees. I tell the time in threes. Three by threes from trees. Three by three by three. Time in trees to three by threes. We pass our time in trees. We pass our time in threes.
My heart feels like magic,With my mind like static.I feel like I've been rebornI feel like a newborn Until you are attained,My heart's in disdain .Calm days and sweet wordsmaking me a hazard. I shall not say goodbyefor I can not deny,How your beau
In the end we are nothing but bones- it’s funny how death and time ride a tandem bicycle (time always steers- as impatient as always- death always pedals- ever present-)
Time is a pressence almost that of air. I know it's there, but I can't see it. Time is a temptress almost that of a toddler. I should say no, but I give it what it wants.
Water in an hourglasssoaks in drops through fallsmuddily muddles the clarityof transparency
Chop of the hands of Time and feed them to crocks. Smash into pieces, the watches and clocks. Rip out the innards, the gears and the weights. Wear all the tick marks wrapped ‘round your waist.
Time has a voice,Time has a memory, Time has a sense of humor, It is cruel, healing, but forever indifferent,It governs over all, but yet governs over nothing,It is ever in motion; past, present, future,
I am so damn sick and tiredOf waiting for my life to mean somethingI want to do moreI want to be moreI cannot sit idly byAs my life slips between my fingersTime(I realize)Is a jerk with a gun
Everyone has a time in which they question themselves, Question thier very existance. It can make the strongest and happiest people crack. When you feel like your life is shattered glass
Here I sit upon your wrist My digital face blinking figures Counting up the Seconds Minutes Hours Days Only to come around and start again. I come complete with
Our clock is tickingAs our last years are coming to an endA time when we leave our childhood years,When we leave all our old friends.The old tree diesAnd the new roots beginAs we part our separate ways
It's an electric impulse That makes you turn down the road Which had been unknown to you before 9 watts made you think Different is new New is better But if you had known
“I stand in the cold wind driven rain, Hoping, nay praying, it will rinse away the deep heart felt pain; Staying the tack and straining against the ship’s wheel,
What sly, sneaky dogs gentleman can be,disguising themselves to others to have a sort of innocent fluency. But what man can truly stand with his girl and not look at another,or struggle not to?
I never thought I’d be here now But I always knew I’d find you somehow Still, the cease of the smile on my face Brings me to believe That I’m still not in the right place/
This is an ode to 12:09 PM to the clock that displays it’s uneven hands on the line after twelve and the line before two. This is an ode To my hands moving fast
The clockwork of the year is rusty after a summer spent in blissful timlessness. Everywhere the cogs of the machine resist sudden jostling and bemoan the meer mention of clinking back into place.
Time flies by, ever so quickly. When you’re having fun you always want it to just stop in its tracks, leaving you to you and your fun times to your fun. When you sit in a boring class,
I'm so alone I cannot feel. My heart is ash. This pain is real. I cannot feel. I cannot breath. My lungs are crushed From this longing. My lips too cold To feel the chill.
Time is flying by Day by day without a pause a week, a month, a year; all wthout a cause. Time is escaping my grasp My mind is clouded with days of the past How can I focus my thoughts and hear myself?
A broken watch lies in my hands It seems to have died the day I found my fate Like the burden of knowledge I must act In fact, run and race time before he beats me to my own game A head start would suffice
Dust me off and take me for a spin I begin to feel you here again Maybe I will cross your mind when autumn comes Or just become a face of places you are from Like a frozen tableau on a stage long ago
We'll be here until the end of time, let's not leave love behind, let's be kind, clean the earth, make it shine, because our world is so fine, everything is beautiful, keep an open mind,
I fight with my clockit’s faceplate staring right passed my pupils phasing through defense mechanisms resembling the thick walls of area 51my mind is the U.S. government and what I see as my mind is the U.S. population
Shortness of breath Getting worse as he gets older Hot and dreadful days pass, and nights become colder. Alone at a park Reminiscing of times spent,
Bare Handed Catch Water Splashing in my face, Bouncing on the waves, Going light speed behind a motor boat Soaring like the eagle Swish, Swish, splash, going side to side
circle of two hands and one hastier than the rest; in whatever shape or form it always conforms back to midnight from noon and it’s too soon to determine the monsoons
I open the door To see him standing there With a rose on the floor And a note in his hand He hands me the note And I open it up To read what he wrote And I start to cry
Tic. Tok. Tic. Tok. Tic. Tok. Time is running away, growing short, fading to black. It's the end of the film, time to applaud, time to give praise. When the grain of sand is used, it's gone away, no getting it back.
Generation Gap Now I type but then in times Before this our culture used symbols as words. Indus spoke an indecipherable language to us now. To unearth their meaning even so long after
Time is of the essence. Time is money. Time is truly wasted. Time is valuable. We are all time hoarders.
You never know how much you have Or if you will survive Time is of the essence How long you'll stay alive A sacred unknown fate All depends on the ticking clock
Once quoted by Albert Einstein, “I never think of the future, it comes soon enough” One shouldn’t let themselves get overwhelmed by time, because if time takes over things can end up rough.
When you left leaves blew, away with my thoughts of you. My heart grips like roots.
Where did it go? All the time I used to have. We rushed here, we rushed there, Only to sit and wait. No time for friends, no time for family, No time.
as if looking at you were not enough, my heart does skip a beat in time to you. when i beheld you i instantly knew, your love would make me your most treasured buff. for this cannot be love's truest hour, mere impulse is your specialty, my dear.
Time is temporary Short in its permanence Infinite in appearance People live Dying to carve their permanent mark Dragging their knife through the flesh of life Hoping to leave scars as screams
Wisdom is rugged. Time wound back to youth and time spent. The salt of cuts and cracks of skin, Dark with age and learned.
I’m in love, And it may sound funny because I’m only sixteen, And according to anyone over the age of 30 Our kind doesn’t know what love is, Well do you?
Him. He's there. Purple skater shoes, His last name on the back, Talking all gamer and yet focused on Me. I'm there. Blouse and make up on- Trying super hard to impress him.
It's funny how you make me feel A kid at heart A fool in love my head stuck in the clouds above I like the way you make me feel It's 2am I hear the phone ring
Eight months ago, I watched you walk away,Leaving me breathless in the worst of ways.I sat there listening, holding my chin highAll the while, knowing a piece of me would die.
It passes without warning and we know it never stops.We people keep on living without a single thought. We can't see it pass.It's not like looking through glass.
Like a thief in the night It came. Merely a year was requested, And merely a year was given. Althought not always bonded, Bonded they were in blood. Father and son,
PAST It started at the beginning Inside it memories were spinning. All pain and joy and truth were here Until the lies went in our ear. PRESENT This is where I exist
I wish I could make this easier on you. If only my touch Would allow you to read my thoughts, For just a moment, Because that would be all that you needed To know how much I love you.
What is time anyway? I remember being at this very place 2 other times; the small fountain Near the trolley station. It’s a public place, it doesn’t Hold a particular significance to me.
Smile or pain Which will it be to speak with a voice or let action take the lead Should I go south, through a maze I know around or should go north to maze that looks unbound
Don't dread on you past.Live each moment as your last. Don't just lay and sleep.Get up on your feet. They say "all comes to those who wait."Truth is, "all comes to those who get up and work hard for it."
I look out the window on a cloudy dayOnly to see the pellets of rainKeeping the illustrious sun at bay. I notice the drops as they feignA glorious waterfall of glass.The sapphires will twinkle and reign
I zoned emptiness into my mind as I lay dormant on my mattress with nothing but air My only safe haven is overtaken by infestations no being should bare.
This moment is fleeting I keep thinking about how I'll miss my brother once I leave for school again forgetting that the little time I do have is spent soliciting my worries to future dates
A change is a constant thing; it repeats itself going in a circle. I hate it; change brings, so
In a universe That exists today Inevitably will obliterate For this too shall pass away A kingdom stretching across the sphere Authority’s on different feet
He approached, staring with eyes very bright,just kindly looking at me in that way,making my heart skip a beat with delight,listening closely to all that I say,caring more than I could have ever thought,
Time, a crazy concept in this world Just a piece in a jumbled puzzle A piece perhaps needed for the big picture Important? Yes. Blinding? That too. Time to grow Tic' toc' Time to marry
It's a sinful inferno that blazes higher and higher, it takes a toll on my heart, it nearly tears me apart. People see angel wings, I only see other things like acid laced lips and,
Delinquents with damaged egosWhat lies behind a smile?A fragile soul cracked like shingle tileAs the cold wind blows
Many people believe that time is moneySome add that money isn't everything thoughBut for me, time is simply trickyIt's the reason why I'm at a point so low
Tick tock tick Time, it can go so fast In life, you worry about it Wonder how long you'll last In good moments and the bad At the end, dread will cast When you think of it wasted Tick tock tick
Beautiful skies filled with gray Some may think oh what a shame But i, certainly do not We hold on to the very last bit we have
If moments were hours And hours were days how long would it be before you went away? how long would it be before you called my name Say "my darling my angel, In my heart you will stay."
I recall that pulse of summer, vivacious and lively when I first met you. Fall sprang into worlds of color, I learned the meaning of Love is Blue. Through the winter, snow sparkled down.
Time Neither here nor there, Untouchable, Unchangeble Still changing, Always twisting What are you? Apparition, Spirit? Moving soundlessly Constantly Your never ending song
“A Lifetime of Pain” I remember it was raining.
feelings go unrequited because you have high standards, havent found anyone quite like it. now your fate decided, you're striving to find someone thats trying, to understand you like they're psychic. they come around, but you never buy it.
Love’s fool that treasures my heart With many distances apart There is no one to blame, just I to start The one who is painting this work of art Many have come but the chosen is one
the clock ticks on steady and strong the oppressive heartbeat thumping through chaos my eyes slip shut in fond memory: untouched snow blankets the street
The world is stuck at 4:38 Somehow between then and Now The thing has ticked and Turned to 6:01, Must have been a second before The shutters opened up To the exuberant existence of
With a heavy sigh, I stride into the room. A soft light, cold ground, gentle Scent of perfume. On a white chair, I take my rest, Thinking on who I am, Breaths moving my chest.
unknownmisunderstood wish I could just blend into the cornerwaiting for people to walk by unseenunhearduntouched forever lost in the world of the misplaced,with the forgotten and unwanted items of the world blending into the furniturethat's what i
It's been awhile since we talked, It's just that talking has become hard, Things have changed more than I thought.
Cigar smoke, possibly from Belgium, wafting through the air. Children’s laughter; the chime-like sound of babbling brother and sister, perhaps. A thin silhouette
Time is traveling forward not back. Forget your past and of your lack. The dial be still yet the shadows are moving. A window awaits you birds that slack.
Time escapes me like a bug I once caught; When I opened my hands to see it, It flew away.
Feed the monster of obsession Feed our monster of addiction Feed the monster of our creation Measure the hour Measure the minute Measure the death toll without any limit
Time, Everyone craves it, everyone demands it, But there is so much time out there, An hour you say? That's more than enough time, Wait no give me five more minutes;
One thinks its well will never hit bottom Floating down its meandering river Until one sees the far-reaching autumn Then suffers that first subconscious shiver
The girl who lived in yesterday Now wishes time had never strayed "Don't lie" is what she was always told She'll remember that until she grows old.
2 a.m in a summer night im standing out side my backyard its not cold its not hot ,the summer night skys cant be anymore clearer at this point the smell of this darkets hour can do nothing more but enlighten me
The INSOLENT hands of the clock are shadily employed by boredom itself Each tick is a moment spent examining the air each tock is the scream of a perishing elf Dormant, idle, indolent, motionless
I dream of filling pages, but I never seem to have the words. I dream of being clever, to make people turn their heads and whisper, "how did she do that?"I want to leave them awestruck.
Blows harsh hits of rality with strikes so hard they cause internal bleeding. The wounds appear to be only surface deep but mentally these wounds cause mental catastrophic fatalities
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Says the ticking clock. Spiraling through day in day out, What if memories stop. How long before forgetting becomes a familiar thing. Fading faces, fleeing places,
Seconds, Minutes, Hours…Days, Pass by. Leaving memories and moments stranded, Starving for closure that’s never received. Beauty comes and goes, What’s left is everything and nothing.
Seconds, Minuets, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years. All spent on you. Me, Laughing with you, Making memories with you, Loving you.
Tick tock, tick tock Time is ticking It is moving on the clock But I feel like time is what I’m missing
Time may separate Yet thoughts and feelings transcend Finding their way home.
Time and Time again I look forward to see the future Trying to forget the past I put the present on hold Hoping to have better clarity when pressing play again The future doesn't reveal much
Lust is a powerful, temporary, body of emotion, It isn't spoken of until we're olden-ed, A mere fragment of love, not enough to trust, Unlike love it's used on everyone for fun,
Someone once asked me the question, “What are your fears and your dreams?”
She falls into my arms And I can hear nothing, But I can see the last breaths her sick body is taking. From everything I wished to have, She's slowly fading away in front of my eyes.
I intend to leave my footprints wherever I go Where I'm going only the heavens know I'm going to live my life,not fast, but slow Indulging in the hardships of becoming successful Walk in my shoes, my life is anything but a joke Travel from being h
Laying on the floor, unresponsive Another generation crying for understanding Mother Nature's hand rips at the race But time is immortal
Tick. Tock. Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock ticky-tocky ticky-tocky ticky-tocky ticky-tocky
We’re up before the dawn yawns And dressed before the sky sighs, Chirping phones like birds in early morn. Take ten minutes to fly by, Grab food before the car starts- Save time by eating on the way to work.
Hello, goodbye My, time sure will fly Many people come, many people go Either in large, wide groups or on on their own, solo Feeling very ecstatic, feeling unfortunate and sad
Why am I me? The air I breathe is so thick at times Days like these I just close my eyes The tears fall at the wrong times When I laugh I wipe my wet skin When I'm sad my skins dry
The words are there In the back of my mind Buzzing like bees And so I take the time The time to appreciate the good and the bad The time to look up at the sky and think about all the world has to offer
Why does being in love have to hurt so bad? You put forth so much effort to make it work but sometimes it's not good enough. You put your heart on the line waiting to see how far you can go with that person.
Lets agree, shall we? To Always tell the truth because- Power is in it.
child open your eyes "no i mustn't, I can't" please child open your eyes " no, if I open my eyes I shall see corruption hatred and ignorance lust and pain disease and death pitiful problems
While walking down the street one day I heard a small boy cry Why hath this life have no meaning And why do people die I thought to myself "oh small boy everyone asks someime"
I was born in a day when the hate and the pain was to much to retain any memories gained I mean guns and hoes is what run the shows and when a gun came round every body done struck a pose
Shadows pass me by, People on the run, Life moving to fast, Leaving us behind. There is no power In the voice of a child, Begging the world to stop!
Life ends death last forever Life is like a spring and death is the river Life is the caretaker but death is the deliver Life will leave you but death will stay forever
Time waits for no one It is sand without limits Covering the surface of life Our tribulations are like the stone The ocean beats against The echoes of sound The dawn of a beginning
Is it the beginning, where beginners dream of winning or is it the end, where dreamers decide on quitting?
Along a lost dream, He grieves the loss of reality. And feigns forgiveness to the dry bones Of humanity. Society and it’s pillars Hierarchy of wisdom and folly: The child, the woman, the man.
One lonely ink drop, in the midst of chaos. The words are moving. They’re dancing like sunbeams chasing each other’s tails. They’re jumping and laughing they’ve got secrets to tell.
Words are a web of tangled imperfections Different in their composition and order Each a heartbeat in a symphony of chaos Yet when they intersect they become one All differences aside, they collide.
Time, born a stubborn son of the universe, its own laws does it solely obey For though so readily minutes may pass, and hours dismissed Like the sun at once emits ‘goodbyes; ‘hellos’, with one soft ray
Life is coming at you quick There is no place to turn College is upon you Adult hood is upon you Life - is upon you Those days are gone The days of sitting down at tables French-fries in hand
I'm on my way, I have twelve weeks. I count the days, Success I seek. As time passes I reminisce, picking classes, I enjoy this. I must be strong. To stand a chance,
The sands of time continue to fall. Hopelessness binds. Constricts hands, feet and heart. Desire for the should haves. As lost in the past miseries. Mistakes made. Lessons learned?
I do not lack independence, initiative, ambition. I do not rely on Hallmark moments and Nicholas Sparks movies to live out my teenage dreams in a fabricated reality.
(Time enjoys playing tricks on me. Coming to you, it drags its hands. Leaving, it swiftly carries me away. And when it gives me a spare moment in which to think, it taunts me with your memory.
The sun bursting through Dense clouds of despair and doom, Is this turn of time. The work completed, The pat-on-back I needed. Freedom without crime.
In this world exists somewhere peaceful in all its natural beauty; A place where the evergreen grows, And the fallen leaves rest on the grounds of the earth,
A cold winter night Oh such a beautiful sight The gentle breeze Yet you never freeze Coldness against the cheek Wet grass beneath the feet Chills down the spine In a straight line
Part I: The Path lit by Darkness Dear little light, My little light, Why did you fly away? The Darkness has come and taken me, Now who hath I to help me see?
Part I: The Path lit by Darkness Dear little light, My little light, Why did you fly away? The Darkness has come and taken me, Now who hath I to help me see?
four in the mornin’ haven’t been sleepin’ since i first realized that time is a’creepin’ there goes the big hand holding the small one “wake up, my darlin’, we must get a move on”
What is Time? It could be a tyrant; It could be a friend. Nevertheless, it is unstoppable, immortal, unpredictable. We could only look at it knowing that Time will rend.
I could talk for hours about time. Time is the catalyst to all things. The good times, the bad times. The time we wished was still here and the time to come.
Days go by and still I think Of where I’ll go and what I’ll be My heart screams when is it my turn to reach the key?!
Take a deep breath It may be your last Do you have more to do Seconds minutes and hours are dwindling The march of time is unstoppable But now it’s just seconds What are you to do in the end
Life is hard and overwhelming at times But with each day new discoveries come Even if all your living on is a dime Laugh, dance for your life and then hum
Fingers reaching light Bare trees left till Spring Wake up from slumber Leave us gray morning Arise to warmth and shadows Welcome again Spring
And a simple complete orbit of black hands creates such a distinction complete significance of routine and ego.
Their words, all their words were Satan Every thing a sin. Call mighty triumphs Did He give you sight? Or tell you only words were of use? I see now.. He cut off your hands
I find what my life means When I take time to multiply my success n not my dreams You ask what does that actually mean Do I give up on my passions for social standing and money schemes
Yes Therefore therein and thereof... In and of itself... SO what lies in old things? Simple beauty... Or simple pain... More over and a little bit of both...
I've always been told be all you can be "On the rate you're going you have so much to achieve" That's what I would tell myself yet, to some that's not what it seems Make straight A's become All-Area and 1st team
Three times Three times the grandfather clock rings Three times my heart skips a beat In your presence, Three times
Anger pulsates through me Red hot it radiates It is a fire inside, consuming me The flames blaze and crackle Red, orange, yellow, and white blue ascend inside The heat of frustration flare within
Time flies way too fast There is no reverse Youth is fleeting My childhood is in pieces Is this what reincarnation is for? Re-do Do over Can I take everything I have done back?
The sun it shines, regardless, The grass it grows, oblivious, The water it sits, fathomless. The moon it reflects, lovingly, The tree it stands, determinedly, The sand it moves, impulsively.
Life comes, life goes, this and more we know. But do we see, why it goes? Friends stay, friends leave, if only by who’s heave? True friends they do never leave. Family is, family was, is there ever a because?
The valleys green, the ocean blue The golden sun in the afternoon The soft brush of and offshore breeze And in the fall, the piles of leaves
I’ve grown cold, numb to the hurt I used to feel because of you. Never will I shed another tear because of you. You played me. Us I no longer see the world through innocent naive eyes. You made me grow up.
Was there a beginning? An end to time? For the living, it is the expiration of life It takes so long to grow up But it feels like no time at all Then come the wrinkles The reality of death
Pure understanding of such succession of line, Never fearing what could be done without time, Worrying about time and place, Wiping off the sad disgrace, All I do is just continue to stride for what could be mine.
Oh, to turn back time! Oh, to set the hourglass spinning backward in its fine grains of sand, flowing against time itself.
Ah, Life. The Great Uniter, The Great Divider. So many burdens to bear, so many battles to fight, so many ways to fall. Are you strong enough to walk, powerful enough to run this race?
Pictures in motion pass through the focused slits of dream catchers My anatomy teacher calls eyes and I fight for glimpses of the moving present Assimilating and spreading the colors as
As the hands move at an alarming rate, time is of the essence. What could you possibly do to turn this around?
I'll hold you still, even still So trust me and this bridge we've built Made of wood and stones we haven't thrown I won't cast against you why you have grown
(poems go here) Hey, I'm sitting here with the block of a writer Smoking my fags down to the filter It looks like it's gonna be another sleepless night Living in the shadows, can't seem to find a light
The scene unfolds with little warning Words would have diminished its significance The moment itself should have lasted forever Its beauty was terrible
Welcome back, it's been some weeks baby I know your mind's way past crazy I know you don't know that I don't know your thoughts But today, we figured it out and honey...you're so distraught
The creaking of an attic’s chest which contains the stories of a previous life hidden as dusty almanacs. Rummaging hands find leather covers – life to the memories forgotten.
It’s just an empty room, crowded, with people. Their mouths move, but nothing comes out. A finger points furiously there. A hand waves even further away. A foot stomps vigorously somewhere.
Life is like a sand timer. It's been set before me to watch and as I do, I see each grain fall. I feel each second pass. I watch the timer carefully, awaiting the moment when the sand runs out.
Upon this day hence forth I decree The clarity of life set through eternity Unsettled , torn, weary and worn The aspects to creation settled and born
Unsettled beyond the flow of time, The creature stirs in its prime, Clawing and clashing unto the Veil, With sights blazon and a destructive trail.
Necklines foam with yellowed fabric, acrid antiquations growing lace patinas. Shelves slant and overflow, racks packed tight with fringe and French perfume—expired, broken beading on a flapper’s midnight wear,
Sand sift through the glass Hands spin round the face Children grow Waters rise We retire
Your warmth is like the sun: it radiates, everyone around feels you beaming You suspend yourself in the sky, far away from me, and everyone else I’m out there, too, like the moon I’m hidden by your light
What is wrong with the world?
he lets me grow and learn he teaches me patience and the value of dawn and dusk he dries my tears and mends my wounds yet
Flash, Back to the days When we believed everything anyone ever told us. Do we still remember them? It seems to me, Those days were so long ago, Passed by so quick. Now look at us.
If only looks could kill Then your presence would be inevitable The time it takes for you to wake and bake Can only lead to the end of your fate
Airports never sleep. They hold all the times and schedules, the departures and arrivals, the hugs, the tears, the goodbyes and hellos. They hold all the moments in between waiting and moving. Airports hold every piece of me from you.
You said it would only be a few months. Months turned to years and years turned to never. Time is merely vapor and we were merely smoke.
timeflieswhenyou’rehavingfunbut time stops. when you’re in love. Everything else chan-ges. (promises fade) …. the past rearranges.
Strongly serious Yet extremely hilarious Eating my food When I can't quit finish Don't care about germs What if I had worms Ur stubborn and pig-headed But at least you like bacon Roses are red Violets are blue Poems are hard Especially about you
Time enchants her victim, begs me near to sharp being… Wraps round frail shoulders as she tickles porcelain cheek.
I wonder what its like to be beautiful To never worry about your hair Your nails, Your make-up I wish those pretty girl would just shut up Bragging about their perfect boyfriends
In body, I am much the same, The mind however's, a different game. I am not bound, on earth to tread, Nor to sail, the seas of dread. Not constrained, by death or time, I am free, I've learned to fly.
Fat, is just a word It does not have to be absurd Fat is just a word Food is just a thing Some people like it more than others He looks at me, like I'm disgusting That guy on the street
My appearance may deceive you, My first impression may too; But there is more to me than what you believe to see.
Time is alot of things. It has numerous definitions -and perceptions- Time can be a measurement of how long -or a definition of how old- so Time is a specification
I like this guy, I like him a lot in fact he already holds a place in my heart. I wonder and ponder what he thinks of me in the end it is me he doesn’t see. So I wait by the shore hoping someday he'd want more.
It’s hard, isn’t it, waiting on the cold surface for your time, your death? You can hear your time ticking away quickly. The ticking slows down, as you are suddenly
Imagine time with no limits An eternity of life No death No end No rules Time doesn't exist There is no day or night No evening or noon You are in an unimaginable world
I scream... I hear you cry... I see you in a casket... Wasn't ready to see you die. I love you Mom, just wanted to let you know But now, I have to let you go. Goodbye...
A feather floats by, Soft and warm. You feel warm arms, Around you once more. The soft caresses of the past.
~Countdown of Madness~
Lets go you and me, Let us Travel the dark roads for we could have eternity. The desert sands are dry and thus We shall be bonded by Love with certainty.
Suffocation, suffocation Why must you be? Must you be so vast and prevent me from seeing? Tight grips on my neck Back against the wall What will I do?
I look around me and everyone is either trying to gain or to not lose time. People don’t realize that the more they search for time, the more they lose it.
Time can go by as quickly as a flash of lightning, or a Bullet flying past you. Time goes slow as a snail crossing a road or - clouds floating by. Time can be what you make it.
My arms extended out, desperately in attempts to assist. The youth, the younger, the new and miss guided. Alone. Oh no, from the tree they fall. Free falling, free but falling. Into a state of confusion, disorientation.
Imagine a place Where the light shines and the pavement is just warm enough to feel marvelous A place where there is always a cool, gentle mist A place frozen in time the time when happiness
I loved the warmth of the sun, Rays softening your irises, The golden tone of our skin. I loved the comfort of the soft wind, A slight embrace, Lullabied by the melody of birds.
Strangled noises of fear forget to free themselves, Blurred objects in horror sprint by, A haze of red and black. Black as night, as coal, as death. Shocked expression on every transparent figure,
What is Time? Time is something that keeps the world going, Something that two people may love to share. Sharing is caring but what if the time you shared, you really didn't care?
Childhood. The daring, the bold, the careless. The excited, the happy, the shameless. The loving, the laughing, the faithfulness. Childhood ends, but life is timeless.
My fear consumes me. I'm torn on the inside. Should I stay for you, Or can I run for me? I feel your soul filled eyes, Staring down and judging. After my past with you, How do I change me?
When Heaven took your light from me, The whole world went dark. I do not know where to turn, I need your guidance.
I am in pain, From my head to my chest, Nothing has changed, I always tried my best, But it did nothing, I don’t belong here, I am something, But I can’t shed a tear, I am in pain,
Time is a healer. It's a concealer. It waits for no one, no one. Time is a healer. It's a revealer. It silences everyone, everyone. Time is a healer, a dealer. Be watchful for this wheeler.
Today is the day I'll die. You never think about death at 15, In the Marching Band, An average B student.
I swear I don’t have a gun This game was only fun, but it’s over now And somehow, we have to leave this place Leave it far behind, where the sun doesn’t shine Where ends meet and part again, our lives intertwined
Oh young man it's your time to fade away, The sun is setting by your own window. Your hair is turning a mixed color grey, As, the leaves are changing on the willow. Before you know it your time will be gone.
Depression Bringing back the pain from the lonely past, I hope your life burns, but forever last. The confusion, guilt and hatred I feel, Locks me away without a decent meal. The poison you shot into my veins,
The Earth shattering silence that chokes the life from me A Secret hidden deep inside Needing a place to hide. The Exposure... Hush Hush... No one sees but the ghosts haunt during the light.
The days are coming to a close, The end is finally near, The memories are overflowing With the loves I once held dear; Goodbye crawls slowly closer And I take a moment to look back;
Life is tough, so get a helmet, That's what we have been hearing all our lives. Stuck in the in between of getting spoken to like a child, But expected to act like an adult.
The nights when I cry, With my eyes all wet, No one to talk to, About the feelings I get, No one I can trust to tell something yet, I can see the dark clouds and how they're set,
My heart, wielding nothing but power and unprotected, Just there for others to hurt. There are things within the heart, my heart, that make me feel Tangled.
It is the hourglass of Life. You can't kill it. You can't slow it down. We think to be invincible, indestructible, immortal. But no one wins when it comes to beating Time. Every second that passes
My knees are weak They begin to tremble From fear of deceit My body longed for home, that was calling for me. How did I get to this point ? I feel like I've lost all hope, stranded I was.
As you carry me in your arms holding my tight and close keeping me away from harm your smile and your charm your soft cream skin hair so thin it try to escape within the wind your eyes glazes like a star
Deep in my mind rest the place of wonderful memories kept Joyful times and unforgettable events rewind in my mind like a replay The dreadful thought of the end to these memories I must accept
Its time to make a decision A decision to stand or to fall To live life to the fullest or fall in the trash of the past The time is now to decide to live and to love the lives we have
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A man, far surpassing his time, Sojourns patiently for the population To catch his wit and grasp his rhyme, But our minds equivocate in their stations.
After hearing the TIC idnt know what to expect from the TOC, yet so predictable, the sequenced sounds of the clock. But what's next? What can we expect? The possibilities are unlimited and that what fears me most.
My head lowers in a state of surrender I allowed my hands to be bound in striking neon caution tape Oh how easily I mouthed never
There was a time when the birds that chirped, and the trees that swayed in the air would collide
I gave up long ago Realized there’s nothing living for. My mother has my father. My brothers have each other. My friends will soon forget, This world won’t stop, it’ll continue to revolve.
It’s like he’s trapped in a cage. He’s building up rage Within the days He’s been spending in this place Where he’s stuck, Surrounded by his own thoughts and emotions That his demons brought
Be careful what you wish for right? Because you might have to put up a fight When life has decided that you have wished too much and it shall become true Be care flu what you wish for because wishes do come true.
In the future I see Myself, just plain happy Helping others while on the go Just so everyone will know I will be everything I can be I will be strong, bold, and free Nothing will get in my way
The days have turned to weeks Weeks to Months And Months to years And still I am not sure if it is love I know that I cannot live without you And that our lives are meshed as one but I still question
Each day that passes, each hour, every minute of every day, time slips away. However, most of us claim to have plenty of it.
Time, Time Where has it gone Where will it meet me When did it come so freely Why does it go by fast What does it take just to stop the time Time, Time
Do we think were through? Yes I think we do. Do you know that you love me? Or isn't it meant to be? We havent spoke in a while, but this agonizing pain, its just pouring like rain.
It's been months since I picked up a pencil This time, my poem about you will be more suspenseful This time, I’m going to write to my fullest potential This time, the things I'll say about you is more than a handful
Time goes by so fast Your future is not too far Running behind your past It may only leave a scar
He lays there, Without a care. No other word to be said, Except he’s dead. His face once so beautiful, His lips now sag from lack of love. I wait in line After the service
Its all been great fun, I have loved the company. The food, the drink And the entertainment Have all been the best I've ever had. But I have been here For quite a while. The time is late,
It has began. Everyday she awakens, each time with more regret, nothing can keep her happy, but everything makes her upset.
A glossy picture tilted on the wall My life portrayed within a snap An infinite second captured Forever engraved, perfect To make a choice In a second the picture can alter It's such a drastic change
It's almost been a day since we've said our goodbyes, but already I feel a sense of new beginnings; a feeling of freedom.
Seconds pass by every day, An unavoidable truth, Reaffirmed in youth, Destined only to fade away. Though refusing to stay, They rarely lack ruth, To forgo the uncouth, And blend into a graceful ballet.
Time Is a simple word. A loaded word. A mysterious word. A frightening word. Time Speaks to the unknown. Unhindered, unafraid It transcends understanding, escapes comprehension.
you have no reason to stay yet here i am begging you not to leave me here just yet i have no self-control i'm losing it losing you selfishly feeling what i can't