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As I grow older I want to look back on the good times I've had, but would it be weird if I also said the bad?
Because without the bad times, there couldn't possibly be any good times?
Footsteps on stones, gravel and bones,
I want a memory to last a life time that surpasses me beyond the stage of deaths door steps.
Where will I go, where will you go, when this life is over?
Every morning when my eyes open, my nostrils breathe the dusty particles of my dusty bedroom floor...but the comfort is within, knowing to be here.
Time's stand still, but not for long when you're half a century gone.
Kurt Carman Sep 2018
It’s something I think about often,
Do we fully understand the fragility of this life we possess?

And suddenly a loved one is taken …it inflames you to think.
Every consciousness is a precious and fragile gift.

These lives of ours are fleeting, gone in a minute.
When you suddenly understand this, everything fades into the background.

Pushing 70 now… I choose to soar out of bed joyfully rejoicing each morning,
That life has granted me another day above the dirt.

Life is strong and weak…it’s a paradox.
Keep your mind strong my friends, don’t hide behind your fears.

This life of yours is an amazing gift….live it with a smile!
I often think about my ancestry. In my living room hangs a picture of my Great Grandfather Isaac. And each time I walk past it I tell him how much I love him. I look forward to meeting him one day. But until then I refuse to let my death consume me and I hope you don't either.
Remember the name
they'll be considered the same.
Two centuries apart but
both just as smart
at playing the poetry game

a woman throughout the centuries
who has attracted
many a man's devotion

she of charm
and enticing allure
she of a superlative

men have fallen to their knees
in exultant praise
worshipping the embodiment
of her feminine maze

and she invokes
powerful feelings
within a man's
Venus the allegory
Bambi Feb 2018
I don’t want this to be another season’s story,
Hand me “yours” and I’ll hand you “mine”
By heart I promise, you will be the only “mine”
An unbreakable oath that is carved on steel,
A legendary love story that will be on every person's tongue for centuries.
Danielle Nov 2017
Before we begin
we were both naive
to see the every inches of this world.
We are just starting to proceed
the consequences of going with the flow.

We have a lot of experiences
in our pocket,
it is a proof we will have
to choose our path.

Suddenly, that line crossed
and connected together,
I am part of your day and night
but never your whole life.

my last thought was you

I'm sorry if I'm running late
there are many things I haven't done yet
you are the most beautiful thing I've ever found,
I won't let you wait for centuries
just keep the traces of me.
David Cunha Jul 2017
Sincerety has aligned me with the wrong path
                                             to love
                                             to success
                                             to glory,

It certainly draws the potential of freedom and truth
                                yet at the cost of shattering every chance of a quiet life,

Even the freedom it brings is only of oneself's mind

                                     We have no control
                                     We, the sincere,  
                                     Shall not have our names sang,
                                     Yet they will ring for centuries

In the ears of the many who never spoke for themselves.
july 3, 2017
12:33 a.m.
Alexis Hart Jun 2017
the day you appeared
was like nothing else
i mean you’d been there before
we just couldn’t see you.

we called you v161 mon.
for that, i apologize
it wasn’t my choice.

we raised you
the best we knew how,
but you still swallowed
anything that got close

now i’m old
and dying
and you’ll live on
for years.

billions of years

and eventually fade
but even your
death will
take centuries.
JjJ98 Oct 2016
Time passes like no other passes.
Like no other classes: you cannot learn
about time, and how it moves.

You can be shown mechanics,
the seconds and minutes.
Though these illusions alleviate
us of reality-
how gradually
it treks on.

It stops and starts
and starts to stop.
We feel the slots
slipping by, flying by.

There's no way to tell,
when ours will end,
though its grasp eternal,
begins again.
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