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A ticking clock sits crooked on the kitchen wall only to help us wave
the seconds goodbye.

Why did we stare at it everyday?
It's the same routine just the next day.
It becomes the next week, the next month,  then the next year.

The seconds go by with
many desolute moments
and many cringe worthy processes.

Where does all this time go while it crushes our dreams, destroys our ambitions, as we sip on a pina colada
on a beach to nowhere

Is it 5 o'clock somewhere?

Feels like midnight though
with a full moon
crossing over with rainclouds
that are beckoning to be heard.
Time didn't stand still for
those thunderstorms in our bedrooms,
but we did welcome them in.

Glancing back at the clock on the wall,
the essence of time keeps going.
We cannot retreive those lost seconds until we capture the moments
we have together.
Jhamarie Mar 22
I chased the butterflies your actions spun
Only to learn they were a phase undone
My subtle words a love I longed to share
Met with a silence a feeling beyond repair

A single word and I'd have crossed the waves
And build a world that I long to dream
But deeper knowing brings a deeper fall
Your crave for silence to escape it all

I wished you knew this hope so frail and slight
Longed for your words to make it truly bright
To bury moments and release your hold
And if I asked, what story would be told?
I dedicate this poem to my long-unrequited love. I hope you know how I feel, and if I ask, please don't . . .
So now you haunt hollow heart
Victory lap through each body part
I'll forever be etched with your name

I'd like to think you are high above
So removed I can't feel your love
I can't honestly make that claim

I'm not sure your soul is resting
I've seen no signs suggesting
Paradise is on the other side

You crossed over without a word
Goodbye ears have never heard
Still cannot believe you died
I still can't believe it even after two years
Toothache Jun 2023
I want impossible things.
I just want to make you believe.
But I’m hardly even here.
And day will always break.
And pay checks don’t make themselves.
And I hate how much I love people
That humble my tiny fears.
I’ve rattled the gates at the top of your driveway in the cold of night,
Waiting for you to open,
Too many times.
I say I get taller by breaking down,
But quietly I wish we both believed in the same religion.
So we could stop arguing about it.
So you could think I was a genius.
So you could bask in it all like I did.
But I digress,
I learn to say.
I’ll learn to pray
Another way.
Ariana Solo Nov 2020
I fell for you like a falling star floating through space

Getting caught by Earth’s gravitational field  

A streak of light across the inky blackness of the night sky

Burning in the Earth's atmosphere

Painting the skies with a rainbow of fireworks

✨ 💜💙🖤💜💙🖤💜💙🖤✨
Alan S Bailey Aug 2020
A crossed-stars distance apart...

Ours a tale, a fateful twist, a strange dance,
Like two stars forever intertwined,
Moving alongside each other over the
Horizon, but many many light years apart,
My love is like this what I see in my mind.

You and your tomboy-delicate features,
Short dark hair-youthful eyes play,
Me in my old age holding on many years away,
But still waiting for you to cross this distance.
One day you will see just how far apart we are,
But they still seem so nearby one another in my heart.

Please don't be afraid,
I will be one days length off-away-even distanced,
Though so far away. It's what draws me out to you,
Even in my last breaths, you'll stun. I am never going to forget
How you held me this close with that salty sweet
Taste I still can't resist on the tip of your tongue...

I will never distance like the stars do to-even if you let go.
mica Jun 2020
what if time was right?
our paths wouldn’t have just crossed
what we could have been
Amanda Kay Burke May 2020
It starts with only a sip
Swish
Swallow
Turns to a chug
Shot is soon to follow

Next have a drink
What damage could one do?
First wasn't bad
Why not two?

A beer switches to six-packs
Twelve-pack to a keg
Before you know
You are on your last leg

A glass of wine daily is fine
Til glass grows into a bottle
Coasting gently one second
Next speeding wide-open
Scared
Full-throttle

What begins as play and fun
Soon escalates to live-or-die
Stops being casual
You partake without knowing why

The line between both are fuzzy
Tipping point never clear
Problem is you cannot see it
After you approach near

Once you have crossed there's no going back
Life becomes a sinking ship
Pause a minute and ask yourself
"Is it worth the cost?"
Before choosing to take that "harmless" sip
I got a typewriter for my birthday and this is the first poem I wrote using it
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