alisi olelagi

it's all I ever need.
Time to love,
time to dance.
A time to everything.

As the days roll on
and time unfolds.
I look for time,
to feel whole.

I don't know.  Just felt like this poem was right.
Time is ticking away.
Rhiannon Begley
Jun 9, 2014

Time is ticking away.
The watch-chain sways in time:
Swinging and sweeping, weaving and waving.
They watch as time ticks on.

The sun is shining down.
The watch-chain spangles in the sun:
Shimmering and shining, glittering and glowing.
They watch as time ticks on.

The darkness is coming quickly.
The watch-chain disappears in the dark:
Dimming and dulling, slowing and stopping.
They watch as time ticks on.

But time is ticking away. . .

Jan 14

Where does time go?
Time flies, nobody knows.
Once time is wasted, it is Something you can never get back.
Only way to bring back time is through memories, tapes, videos..
Alot changes through time. Things, people, the way we see things, as ourselves also change.
Even when times are different, the history will never change.
Time is precious, should never be wasted.

Quick write, release some boredom
time flies
Aug 21, 2014

time flies
so fast
that January
seems like yesterday.

time drags
itself out
so long that
I forget
when August began.

Phrank Kankasa

Ever transforming like Optimus Prime
Thin as a leaf of pine,
Yet the very important  interval
With determinations of when and where to go
When you are lost and never recovered
How to keep you, so have humans failed
Past...Present and future
Still keeping your posture

Time is an illusion
Ryoka Fontaine

Time is an illusion
A mindless exclusion
The best and the worst
The last and the first
The past was a risk
The future doesn't exist
It travels one way
All day
Then comes sunrise
Time and space
An endless race
Seconds go by
But why?
Time will end
Space will bend
The thought it takes
Make no mistakes
A theory until
With adequate skill
Proof is found
The truth, unwound
We now know
How it shall go
Always and forever
Through every endeavor
Time is present
Space is pleasant
A partner, a friend
Together till the end
(Does one exist?
The thought is dismissed)

Time can pass so very fast
Oct 21, 2014

Seconds on a watch

Minutes of a show

Time can pass so very fast

And sometimes very slow

Morning to midday,

Afternoon to night

Time is passing always

And never seems quite right.

We sit and think and wonder,

As the hours trundle past,

About all the people

And how moments never last.

Measuring the passing of time

Measuring the passing of time
by the expiration dates on my yogurt.

Alyssa kasper
Alyssa kasper
Dec 4, 2014

Everything ends
and the only thing endless
is merely a made up concept
used for organizational purposes

~Nothing, just enjoy the time that we do have
Isabelle H Graye
Isabelle H Graye
Apr 11, 2014

Where did it go?
  ~I don't know
Is it lost?
  ~I am not sure
Can we get it back?
  ~I don't think we can
What do we do?
What you mean nothing?
  ~We do nothing
What should I do?

   ~Nothing, just enjoy the time that we do have

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