Slips of time,
The frustrating cry of empty space.
Just 3 words, just 3 breaks,
The clock ticks by,
I see your face.
Skin for every pocketed minute,
A strand of hair for each delayed train,
A minute here, A minute there,
An hour lost in anywhere.
Slips of time,
A friend from a better place.
You're with me always in places I refuse to see,
Teaching me to tune a better melody.
Mastering the art
Speaking without thinking through
Skilled in hurrying
I always stick my foot in my mouth
A Poem about “The Justice in Self Love” By Marley Fritel
Someone around you finds justice in haste.
Emotions of yours justify where they're placed.
Leave it to justice to fiddle with games.
Forcing one's will to conform to its fate.
Lead on mournful son, bring justice on home.
Obstacles gleam like most polished of chrome.
View, and greet others as friend before foe.
Even justice hesitates when it need be bestowed.
Silky cocoon of routine leaves
this metamorphosis stagnating
how the discomfort thieves
the fear of change isolating
The struggle lies in the escape
with no energy left to attempt
monotonous days left to drape
as if life holds me in contempt
Hanging on this lonely branch
sometimes I pray just to fall
monotonous routine's avalanche
creates days so banal
And then a child finds the lonely silk
plucks carefully into a glass jar
Oh how the curiosity of their ilk
creates this warm inner spar
A want to escape
a need to taste
freedom's luscious grapes
make haste happiness,
your hand on my waist
i found my place
looking at your nervous face
don't want you to give me space
don't let our love go to waste
i want you to proceed with haste
darling, you have me and my lace
stop letting your thoughts doubt love's taste
spread out under you like a sweet candy paste
wonder who will win the race
i've fallen into your embrace
i won't become Love's Disgrace
so finish me slowly,
but with utmost haste.
i never told you how beautiful you were,
i made you feel special at some point. but i was not surprised that you
did not respond the next day.
i promised you many things,and now its like i'm writing a handbook with my right hand; which i don't write with my right hand.
i cannot speculate anything when you say something.
but how can i be so sure?
"always follow your heart, even if it hurts." you said.
so i did. and now i'm the happy girl i always wanted to be
or am i?
you can never tell if the person your looking at is just sad or depressed because of what they've been through
but i promise them it'll be okay!
and so it was.
but she was still dealing with her body issues
and shes gone off guard with herself,
and doesn't care about the aftereffect about herself.
people realize whats worth for them is everything
but only you can be the one to change yourself
and love yourself.
and i see there is no in between due to the fact iv'e done it.
for the ones who are lost in their own reality~
die nacht tickt durch die uhr davon
zu laut tickt sie
und sie verstreicht niemals
obwohl sie rennt und rennt
aber sie kommt nicht an
die nacht ist zu leise, ist zu schnell
und die zeit zu dunkel
(attempt of a translation)
the night ticks away through the clock
too loud it ticks
and it never passes by
although it runs and runs
but it never arrives
the night is too silent, too fast
and time too dark
Waiting on Yahweh is
an effective binding
of our soul to His;
will this Life’s quiz
be clarified within…
our identity in Christ?
We’re human beings, not
human doings; begin
to live without worry.
Haste makes waste; can
we expect real change,
if always in a hurry?
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.