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Anya Oct 2018
I know,
I've got a lot to do
I know,
I'm *******
...
But,
I'm
THRIVING
Makes sense to me but kind of strange, make of it what you will.
Bello Oct 2018
The sound of wind fill in the air,
Going outside away from busy town,
And all you could heard the breeze a cold air,
Sound of water stream,
The sky space fill with all the brightest stars,
It feel like the night city but without all the noise,

When people ask for advice how to calm,
Find yourself in silents earth,
Where there only mother nature speaks.
And calms shall found you.
So I been out for 3 days out of busy city to do something important at my university. We going out
Guadalupe S P Oct 2018
my hands are on automatic, pressing down on clay for three hours
then pinching plastic through wire for another three …creating and creating.
Coiling around the hurt & hiding it in a mount of clay  "the kiln will burn it” I say to myself
My misguided attempts at the time to bury my hurt; run from it. All that remains of that time in my life are short poems like this one.  c. 2015
Anya Oct 2018
At a certain
point in our lives
There's no more
"free time"
The closest thing
would be
periods
of
inactivity
procrastination
Or only long term deadlines
remaining
We may
have "breaks"
But even if it takes a
stop
...
We're still on the train
of life
Chugging away
Jasmin jazz Sep 2018
1..2.. 3..my clock ticks.4..5...
It disturbs me in 5: 00 am
To wake up for my new day
It disturbs at 12:00 noon
For having my lunch at 12:30
Again it disturbs me at 2:55pm
To be 3:00 pm to reach my home
At last I scolds it to be 11:00 pm
To go for a nice sleep
And to welcome the next day....
This is what happens in the life of a student

Life is a cycle for every one same time table.. But some factors makes it different from the rest of the days.

My poor old clock.   : )
Jamilla Sep 2018
Fix
I was busy fixing other's life
But who fix me?
Andrew Aug 2018
Rushing down the bustling streets,
Bumping into one after another,
So many goals, too much to accomplish.
And in the midst of all the chaos,
for a brief moment,


                            I can feel her once more.
A M Ryder Aug 2018
We have no place to go but into the light
Born into lives casted off and undefined
We get so busy living lives on circadian loan
Hoping to forget that not one among us is owed another dawn
So we count our memories like blessings
Closing our eyes as each one goes by
Painting stories seldom told of the air we can't get back
And of the lives we'll never know
Oka Aug 2018
24 hours chasing me
too early to seek shade
too late to hide in the shadows
no rest, no pause, always forward
stop
and I will be history
Ok ok ok ok ok
Star Aug 2018
Tick tock!
Tick tock!
Don’t you hear all those little noises?
Do you see the things that just aren’t right?

Oh please straighten that and make it look nice!
I hate when things are so messy and unorganized.
If I make it look better... then it is better!
No one needs to know that there was once a mess there.

There’s no reason to cause alarm.
No one needs to know.
You’re having guests over you must be your best and everything must be in order

Tick tock!
Tick tock!

They’ll be here any minute!
Oh, my! Oh, my!
Do you have everything ready and in place?
Do you have the hors-d'oeuvres all set up and ready?

Do you have the candles going?
Is everything in place?
Are the pictures on the wall and straight and nice.
Can they see the smiles?

Oh, my shirt! how is my shirt?
Is this too bright or is it too dark?
Is it too big? Or too small? Is my hair neat and in place?
Should I wear shoes since we’re inside?
Are my pants the right color should I go change?
Is there enough light in this room?
Is it too bright or too dark?

Oh, here they are! it’s time to greet them all. I hope they enjoy.
I hope they really do.
A poem of anxiety
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