Everything fell apart
as ravaging hunger
and yowling cries
became
mild nurture
and womanly sighs
Unearthed
the night ground out
splendor in a shaded cove
beneath the willow tree
she lay
sheltered from the chill
and snow
long awaiting the warmth of day
she wrapped around her
the leaf of an oak
and wore natures love
as her winter cloak
steadily she slept
the treeline as her pillow
and in a few sweet hours
she would die
beneath the willow

Wrapped to our wrist
Pinned on our walls
Dawn till dusk
Time is always present
Before we were born and after we die
It’s measured by memories, effort, split second decisions
It’s of the essence
Apparent to its incapable yearning to stop
It flies by.
Days we spent angry
Hours dreading our jobs
Regrets and what could haves
We’ll never get it back or be there like we once were
I could say enjoy today and take everyday one step at a time
Or I could be righteous to the ever longing tick
Why should I
With the time I took to write this is now gone
I’ll be tired once morning comes
But I did what I wanted to with my time
Choose your time wisely
Because forever is unkind

The sweet morning smell of coffee,
the rustling of leaves outside,
a sour taste of January in my mouth,
wait,what is time when we are inside?
Time is an illusion;
present,past,future.
Time is a game in our minds,
which we are bound to follow.
In the night we sleep,
morning we wake up,
afternoon we have coffee
and then we take off our makeup.
Time is an illusion;
so learn to live on no hours,
and learn to be happy with your only human powers.

I can't help but laugh
when I think about how
the only thing separating us
is 32 hours
and an eternity

Just remember
that even your
worst days
only have
24 hours.

quite ironic that my heart tells me to let go yet it still beats for you