I know that
now there
are no answers.
The time is going
to tell you
tomorrow,
it will always
answer your
curiosity on
its own time.
Be patient.
It will come.
As for you,
don't ask time
what it has
in the store,
it doesn't have
anything in stock,
what you have
is in your mind,
you only need
to use it for
something and
make time to
serve you.
If it will
be for now,
it is forever.
But if it's
not for now
then it is
not forever.
What is this,
the move,
that move,
what is it called,
the move you
just made,
what is it called.
Mind over matter.
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Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,

Here’s to the feelings that flow
through my veins,

here’s to the love whose trip
was a lot of pain,

here’s to the days
where I am in vain,

and here’s to your heart
that I cant seem to obtain.

Ensnared, tangled and captured
I swam into your fishing web
knowing good and well
You'd use my life to feed yours.

up there in the dark
every movement is honest
my heart's wide open

validation in a right swipe
finding maybes
finger on glass, left left left
I can't find what I'm looking for
because I know right where it is

I don't want the D
but I need the D
I think
it's big and scary and hard
It's just there, my fingers brushing over it
I can't seem to make myself..
it's just the D
but it makes love turn into loveD
I'm afraid it's past tense now