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Brandon Conway Oct 2018
Happiness is but sand in a hourglass
all the memories sit at the bottom of the pit
ones left to look upon in remembrance

waiting
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to be turned over again
Nick Stiltner Sep 2018
Why does the morning pass by so quickly?
The grey light fades steadily away
as the sun reaches the top of its ascent.
Empty coffee cups, the bottom layered with grounds,
sit on the desk by the window.

Sewn into the fabric, intricately woven,
the multi colored threads begin to overlap
and are tightened, pulled through by the sure hand
of the passing hours.

The outline blurs,
the voice of memory begin to dissolve.
The faded face mouths the words
but I cannot remember the sound,
lost to the piling sands
at the bottom of the hourglass.
Sep 2018
When to grab I'm not sure
Not when Time is tariff
Barely making of Future's contour
Space and fate in Miscellany

But perhaps I Must grab,
for that remaining Flickering seconds--
before Regret stabs my back
of once-in-a-blue-moon's Wasted Opportunity
Opportunity is given at the right time-- grab it.
Pyrrha Sep 2018
When I finally meet you the pain of the past will dissipate
It will not be displayed as it is no longer visible
Cloaked by the warmth of your embrace

Patience is a slippery *****
As if it is the very sand inside an hourglass
It becomes thin and runs out

Don't worry though,
Just as an hourglass my patience too resets
However with every reset I become a little more hopeless

So please, shatter my hourglass and stay with me as we count into infinite
While the idea of time running out becomes a faded memory
Let us stay forever within our own time here in eternity
Dani Sep 2018
The fruit of your trees, they are beautiful,
But they have been broken away.
Hatred and fear covered your eyes,
Forcing you to live without love.
Blinded by darkness,
No longer
Love.
Peace and forgiveness
Fear cannot bring
What love we desire,
But it was ripped away from our hearts.
Fear overwhelmed us,
I lay in wait for it to over take me.
Love
Gone and stripped away by
Darkness and fear.
No more!
Kindness
For the loved


For the loved,
Kindness.
No more
Darkness and fear!
Gone and stripped away by
Love.
I lay in wait for it to over take me.
Fear overwhelmed us,
But it was ripped away from our hearts.
What love we desire
Fear cannot bring.
Peace and forgiveness,
Love.
No longer
Blinded by darkness.
Forcing you to live without love.
Hatred and fear covered your eyes,
But they have been broken away.
The fruit of your trees, they are beautiful
Fight for love, do not let darkness over take you.
Take over darkness with LOVE!
trf Sep 2018
H arrowing abundance rife with result
O ur minds narrowly try to cope
U nder pressure facades and near **** haute
R estricts the leisure of bare beauty
G rowing impatient by the cover of makeup
L oving imperfection is now a rare duty
A ttributes of wear benign hope and
S ecede scars born of cataclysm while
S carcely inhibiting a chance to forgive them
everyone is beautiful and everyone is ugly. shine a light on anyone, make your decision & determine which way you'd like to be perceived
TheMystiqueTrail Sep 2018
Freeing from the shackles of the past
trickling down to a catharsis
at the slender neck of the hourglass,
the golden grains of sand
dribble down
to create my reality.

Unhurriedly they flow,
with me they flow
into the forgottenness of the past  they flow,
to rise like a Phoenix
clothed in the newness
of the present
to create a new me!
TheMystiqueTrail Sep 2018
Fleeing from the shackles of yesterday,
trickling down to a catharsis
at the slender neck of the hourglass,
the golden grains dribble down
to create my present.

My days out-flowing
the forgottenness of the past
creating a newness
that explodes in every cell!
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2018
What to say
I know
I wish
I say
You


I
wish
I know
What to say
Genre: Abstract
Theme: Relative Truth
Lunar Jul 2018
drops of rain dripping down
my window pane.
no matter how fast they fall,
they never seem to finish.
i wait, slowly and painfully.
i look again at my reflection
on the window.
those aren't raindrops.
now, for whom are these tears?
monsoon season is in, once again. i'm feeling many emotions, twice too many. i think raindrops are equal to the bits of falling sand in an hourglass.

(j.m.)
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