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Dez Apr 2020
Time is short
And is not the sort
To be found
Wandering around
Rather he walks with his wife
Her name is life
And if you blink to slow
Right by you they’ll go
Zack Ripley Sep 2019
These days, the years come slow and go by so fast.
These days, it's hard to make memories and even harder to make them last.
These days, we're afraid of ourselves as much as we are of strangers.
These days, we see everything as a danger
These days, we're getting farther apart even though we're starving for connection.
But the isolation is a great opportunity for self reflection.
Unfortunately, we look at the clock and think we have to rush.
These days, we don't take enough time to appreciate the power of a kiss, hug, or touch.
These days, words have more power than ever. So please take the time to think about what you say.
It may change how people think of you for the rest of your days.
dessa Mar 2020
you ran so fast to chase
after him;
so fast that
you left
yourself.
never chase someone not worth chasing
From the overcrowded train cars
To the indifferent desperate distant eyes
Of every passerby
Cars bustling by the street corners
With nowhere to park
New York is not the place
For one to sit down
And just take in a view
And in this way
All things become fluid
They come in to our lives
And swiftly pass by
And if we get lucky
We can fix what has been broken
Or be another passing
Distant
Indifferent
Face
Waiting for their time to go
And leave New York City
John McCafferty Feb 2020
Black blankets above cover the plane
Not much to see
apart from the rain
Lights in the landscape
vary in height
Specks in the sky
as we travel at night

Circles and signs surround from afar
Cats eyes sparkle below in the tar
Stay in your lane as the lights travel past
Red and white blurs
We're moving so fast
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
You’re lovely,
and loving,
and I really wanna kiss you.
Is that too straight forward?
Is this too fast?
I think I just made a mistake.
For: Jenny Thoma
love you
Erian Rose Jan 2020
Our love is different
Random and weird
But every moment spent
Makes me love you more

I'll spend forever with you
To be in your arms
While you kiss me
In the future we make
Colm Nov 2019
Falling stars always appear so far
So bright as they burst with their last dying light
How crazy is it to think that we, humanity
May see, but will never feel, their burning light

(4LINE)
Just writing about what's beyond the sky

The Vision - That Last Second Sight Of Some Stardust Burning Up
Jonathan Moya Nov 2019
Everything is a continuous white line
that goes on forever to the horizon
where the  next dream is always ahead.

Just you and the mustang
a body and a machine
moving through space and time.

Drive like you mean it.
Drive hard.
Drive tight.

The Mustang is a wild bronco
not wanting to be tamed,
just unleashed- and all the cowboy
can do is hang on for the ride.

The highway is a ***** slick *****,
eight miles of grit, passion, pride
and wild love that rides hotter
the wetter she gets.

At one point she becomes
weightless, disappears, and
the only things that matters
is who you are.
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