Megan H
Megan H
9 hours ago

I poured my heart out
With a pen and paper
Until there was nothing left
An empty shell holding a journal.


I used to be happy.
I used to know what it was like
To feel joy course through my body.
We all did,
At one time.

Then there's the loss
And none of us are ever the same.
Pretenders, I'd call us.
We can fool the lucky few who don't know the darkness.
The oblivious-
They do not know what the world is.

The world is a beautiful, devastating mess
It takes, but it doesn't give
Mounds of dirt viciously colliding and collapsing
To make canyons and mountains.
And yet, some people only see the beauty
Not the destruction

You cannot see the destruction
Without having been destroyed

And to be destroyed,
Is to be lost forever.

And we just keep on pretending

The people I write to,
Will never read these scratches of my soul,
Never see the tear stained paper.
They call themselves friend,
Yet they won't even try to look past my fake facade.
Because some people don't have time
For people like me.
#depressing   #sad   #life   #death   #fake   #loss   #time   #sorry   #destruction   #pretend  
Gretchen Lynch
Gretchen Lynch
12 hours ago

Wrapped in your benevolent embrace
Nothing to conquer
Nothing to face
Forever surrounded by your love
My tiny hand
Clasped around your finger.
Over the years
My tiny hand
Soon matched the size of yours
The one now traced with the effects of time
Outlined by every wrinkle.
With every fall
And every tear
Your hand was the first to comfort
A direct pathway
Connected to your heart
Pumping the blood
That gave me life.
Some years tougher than others
Misunderstandings because I was too young
Too wrapped up in myself
Too concerned about unimportant things -
That same hand
Never failing to comfort
There were moments
I never failed to push it away.
Moments moving fast
Time ticking on
Growth continuing into adulthood
I now long to reach for your hand
As it releases me into my own life
The freedom I dreamed of for years
Is now the root of my flowing tears

#tears   #time   #hands   #mother   #comfort   #childhood   #moments   #adulthood  
Devin Ortiz
Devin Ortiz
12 hours ago

I drink deep from the reservoirs beneath her tulips
Soft is my sweet demise,
As I follow her eyes
To the cherry blossoms,
And that babbling brooks
Reassuring me, that I'm far away home.

I smile, with sun kissed cheeks
For when the music drifts away like distance
The tenderness of words on my ears
Rewrite all of this pain into poetry

#words   #home   #sun   #time   #music   #muse   #writers   #block   #distance  
HappyHappyHappy
13 hours ago

I love time
How it just ticks

Tick tock tick tock

Sometimes it seems so fast
And sometimes it seems too slow

But it goes the same speed ever day

Tick tock tick tock

I love time

It seems invincible

It seems everlasting

It is

Time

I actually do like time.... *hoi*
#time  
aashi
aashi
20 hours ago

my time table is worked down till the last seconds of every day,
every minute creeps around the clock only to shiver and die.

we're all on schedule, we're all here for finite moments that float away.

but isn't it only fun when
you're at the wrong place at the right time?

How was your day, and/or what do you hope to achieve today? Let me know below! :D
#life   #days   #time   #wrong   #right   #college   #moments   #work   #place   #schedule  
Carson Hurley
Carson Hurley
1 day ago

I yearn for a beautiful mind.
I sit crossed legged on the floor a foot from my tall bookcase, trying to absorb the wealth of knowledge that hides between the pages. If only I could stop time and read them all. I would read everything.
I would read the lines on every person's face, the history of each road and the story behind each wood, but time is forever chasing me.
I have put a bookmark in the pages of life, perhaps when I am old I will have the mind I so wish to have.

#time   #beautiful   #mind   #thinking   #read  
Aaron La Lux
Aaron La Lux
1 day ago

I Make Art,

and if you’re an artist to,
and you know the commitment to the Freedom,
that you give must be true,

I’m sorry,
I’m not sorry,
I’m rhyming again ‘cause I don’t know what else to do,

sounding cliche as fck,
I’m cliche as fck,
but it’s the best kind of cliche,
être bon mi amore let’s sail away,

who cares if the skies are grey,
who cares if the skies are blue,
not you we are a rainbow,
but a rainbow with more than 50 shades,

forget the reference,
or reference the reference,
I prefer to refer the next move to you,
pardon the indifference,
I’m numb from this business,
to the point where the only 1’s I trust are the Crew,

true true,

and who’s the Crew dude?

It’s an eclectic collection of artist,
who’s credit is way over due,

we paid dues and pay dues,
their new News is old News,
we’re hippy celebrities like that guy from The Trews,
shout out to Katy because I forgot her ex’s name,

respect to Katy for mastering the game,

an artist that worked to the pinnacle,
to trade Time & Money for Fortune and Fame,
and everything currently material is attained,
from currency accrued by acting atop the the Art Game,

top of the A,
the pinnacle the peak,
get it the top of the “A”,
now do you see?

See,

I Make Art,

and if you’re an artist to,
and you know the commitment to the Freedom,
that you give must be true,

I’m sorry,
I’m not sorry,
I’m rhyming again ‘cause I don’t know what else to do,

sounding cliche as fck,
I’m cliche as fck,
but it’s the best kind of cliche,
être bon mi amore let’s sail away,

who cares if the skies are grey,
who cares if the skies are blue,
not you we are a rainbow,
but a rainbow with more than 50 shades,

forget the reference,
or reference the reference,
I prefer to refer the next move to you,
pardon the indifference,
I’m numb from this business,
to the point where the only 1’s I trust are the Crew,

true true,

and who’s the Crew dude?

It’s an eclectic collection of artist,
who’s credit is way over due,

we paid dues and pay dues,
their new News is old News,
we’re hippy celebrities like that guy from The Trews,
shout out to Katy because I forgot her ex’s name,

respect to Katy for mastering the game,

an artist that worked to the pinnacle,
to trade Time & Money for Fortune and Fame,
and everything currently material is attained,
from currency accrued by acting atop the the Art Game,

top of the A,
the pinnacle the peak,
get it the top of the “A”,
now do you see?…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

#truth   #time   #art   #mood   #money   #nosleep   #celebrity   #famous  

Some days
Sundays mostly
I feel separate from time
A cold leg
A sun-warm shoulder
Roadkill on the passing lane
Quiet
Empty streets
The smell of dust and sunshine
And thoughts of nothing
Not empty
Not full
A bleach-white church
Against a February-blue sky
Evergreens
And dead oaks
Tangling dirty and muddy
How can those boards
Look so clean?

February 19, 2017
#time   #empty   #trees   #morning   #february   #church   #sunday  
Vexren4000
Vexren4000
1 day ago

I have lost all reason.
For staying at your side.
Perpetual eternal suffering all we know,
I am now your shadow,
You, my burden.
Nothing I find can cure this thirst.
This greed for more.
More women, more money.
More knowledge, power.
No longer are you,
The finest drink.
That quenches the bitterness time left on my tongue
A sad concept indeed.

#love   #anger   #hate   #pain   #time   #her   #cruel   #rage   #suffer   #indeed  
Nadine Aire
1 day ago

We meet halfway every morning.
I walk with the cadence of a Western certainty beating steady.
You walk from the East in a straight, routinely rigid line;
the ritual of heavy smoke being painted on a soft canvas.

In that silent crossing of what awaits,
while you carry your day and I carry mine,
we fill the air with a scent of habit
that bounds us to Time.

And though really, absent we are to one another, we walk the same line.

No. Strangers we are to each other.

And we sit again in our different kind of comfort;
individual, separated, misunderstood. A cohort
of emotions suppressed, deliberately feigned.

And then we lie again to our faith;
deliberate, imaginary, finite.
Cynic.

This pen leaves a scathe
that splits what is real
and what dies with the seal
of Never.

That is when silence swallows us both.



Strangers to this land we are,
as we travel to our fates.
To each other lovers we are -
who said "Never".

-the humming pen

#poetry   #time   #never   #strangers   #fate  
 
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