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Ronney Apr 2016
From the moment of impact

I knew things would be different

I try to pretend there was no difference

But in an instant

Everything became distant

Our lives were forever changed

Never to be the same

As the moment of impact claimed

And took you away

Id live to see another day

Forced To go our separate ways

In which you die

In which i live

i might as well have died with you

*Now i live only to miss you
~ there are moments in life where the occurance of an event is enough to change the course in which you were headed and the people headed there with you
Ako Apr 2016
I'm a
Web Developer
Which is
The politically correct term
For
Professional Stalker.
Mic Mar 2016
Don't go running again
Will you stay?
every moment
twinkles and dies
Unhappily
without you
at the first sight of you, my eyes did lie
such a vision aptly defined by
a priceless, timeless, true original
work of fine art but unobtainable
with one simple question
you enslaved my attention
instant gratification
was my only compulsion
led to no insinuation
just an invitation
fueled by a connection
forced us in the direction
that led to a culmination
that never came to fruition
....but...
no real violations
to either one's restrictions
you stuck to convictions
no need for contritions
taking considerations
realized complications
to us as additions
for any continuations
or further desicrations
on sacred institutions
...and...
An instant is all it takes
To live, ****, or to die
A hard choice is best left to make
In the fluttering blink of an eye

The wind whispers in sudden changes
Silent would it quickly fall
If a new direction was never made then
Silence would be overwhelming all

A single instant can last forever
Lasting effects on our futures
Dust in the wind as we remember
Yet important was our father figures
Underestimate a decision never
Or good nor evil a future for either

A choice you will make this day
And when you do I simply pray
The decision that you make today
Will carve the future a better way
Avondale Kendja May 2015
36 hours...
  Hanna called out to her friend Jory at
8:00am
  She walked ther ten year-old brother to school at
9:30am
  Afterschool, she hung out with her multiple friends and rode the train to Central Park,
  She arrived home at
12:00 am
  and her father soundly beat her.
  Understandably.

24 hours...
  Hanna skipped the first two classes and arrived at school at
11:49 am
  She made out with her first boyfriend, Marcus, behind the dark school   stairs during lunch.
  Than, at
1:46 pm
  during Calculus, Angela, her best friend, subtly slipped
  some **** into her knockoff bag.
  At
10:35 pm
  Hanna fell asleep reading Hamlet.

12 hours...
  Hanna found out Angela was in a serious street accident yesterday, but she had made it.
  Yet, she decided no to visit and go to school
  solving Angela's problems for her.

30 minutes...
  Hanna broke up with Marcus and went back to those same stairs to think.

15 minutes...
  She picked herself up, but left behind her knockoff.

2 minutes...
  She decided not to pickup her brother.

Almost...
   There...
      Instantaneously.

Now Hanna exists only in our minds,
only to really live through my mouth.
Where she was last, her toes were bare,
her knees bent.
A classic diver's pose;
arms out.
  A perfect splash, barely caused a ripple.
The audience, a monarch, flitting through and quiet.
Phoebe Hynes Jan 2015
I've looked up one every moment we've had together, tonight.
My mind Transforms into a theater, while my memories of you construct film.
Being with you feels as though I am walking through novels.
You are my favorite author, a special inspiration.
Every minute consumed of you and me, formulates a new page.
All these occurrences keep me turning, and turning.
Once each portion concludes, Its more I crave.
I guess you can’t spend every waking minute reading.
Do you hear that?
Reality is calling, suffering immediate withdrawal.
It’s inevitably necessary to witness the future and make it a current event.
Because I can not stand the thought of remaining, just, here.
For an instant let me glance further.
Curiosity is flammable.
I'll be sure to tip toe around the words, in hopes of not igniting anything.
I have never been so impatient and selfish.
Have you failed to mention you’re still writing?
Or, was I too deep in my head that instant?
Regardless,
You,
Take your time.
I'll be directing a movie in my mind.
Mana Dec 2014
Some things are meant
           to be fleeting
                   In an instant
                       Its purpose
                       Not to be understood
                       For if it was
                  Then no genial questions
        Wed have to degust
Only left
To settle,
Calcified,
by

Answers.
pencaricahaya Oct 2014
That one instant
When I made you blush with my words
When I got you nervous with my look
That one sweet hug in the street
That one tender peck in my cheek

That should be enough to fill all my longing
Enough to fill many lifetimes with joy
But my greedy heart is never satisfied
Can never have enough of you
And wants to extend those instants for ever
So those memories and delusions of what could have been haunt me
And afflict this hungry heart
Because all it wants is you
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