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One moment in life
stops the coming knife
holding it together

The rest of it all
shatters our resolve
again, over and over

Maybe that one moment
ought to be permanent
if the rest doesn't matter
Inspired by Robert Browning's "Porphyria's Lover"
Nathalie Dec 2018
Being yourself means
being real, being true
to what truly matters
to you, it doesn't
have to be deemed
perfect by others...

We are conditioned
to think that what
others think have some
kind of truth
about who we are

But people will always
perceive things differently
so how can we give them
that much power

At the end of the day
the face in the mirror
is the one you see

Have you done your best
Have you loved
Are you being loyal
to yourself

In the end that is
what matters...

Johnny walker Dec 2018
Notes on the door
saying I'll pay you
double next week
then Helen and I to
the train station
we would
There to board a train
to the seaside for that
how we were back then
a time when we were so much
Everything done on the spare of the moment
not a care in the world
did we
For we had each other and that's all we needed back then for we were young and In love thats all that
Notes on the door pay next week  of to seaside we'd go for we young and very much In love that's all that mattered   then

Life that we know, is not, as we think it is  

In the present we miss at times, both
what could have been and what will be

as from the drawers of our lives we
pull out and savour memories while
riding the illusion of replacing time

but sometimes forgetting  that the past
drawn to the present will not sustain
and eventually recede to allow for the
flow of time future to find it’s age, and

life will remain a short tenancy with
a changing lease that time witnesses
without interference at every birth
and in the process we learn a few true
things as time tells your mind’s despair ----  

why lament,  life’s canvas was empty
at birth and will return to it’s state
when you leave, as you brought nothing
and will take nothing, but will leave
behind your life’s colours on my being
to hold  for posterity, as divined in time.

Micah Gerdes Nov 2018
A dark bull mesquite
Old and strong and wise and good
Dies for expansion
What must we sacrifice for the expansion of our urban jungles?
Marie-Lyne Oct 2018
Everything matters
Even the little things
Jack R Fehlmann Oct 2018
I am accepting an unwanted truth
But the truth, though the better
When compared next to kin
Such so notorious as deception
Or one infamous cousin
Known by and called upon
Across throat and lips and tongue
Whispered and known as Lies
Branch out from one shared limb
Of the tree of life, we are in
Ripening, trying to hold on
Growing too heavy
For such is our position
Too far out, at the very ends
The day that closes in
To fall off, wrapped in uncaring wind
The ground will welcome
Cold and hard to a rotten end
Some carried off to be tasted
And taken in, for the goodness they will give
The rest then witness the ruin
Of the form they have become  
As sweet turns bitter
Decay seeps in, spreads itself within
as this truth has done to me it seems
To ever be the one,
She loves, says she needs,
Puts effort towards keeping
In the life we once believed we wanted
Truth is it was simply, completely
My own, alone
My dream, my own self deception
My acquaintance with her sister Lies
That sold myself my own denial
Made me choose the view to fit
The dream i never get
And now i see things the way they are
Truth can be a difficult one
Abrasive and brutal, Unflinchingly effective
At lessons when forced to be taught
But Truth will never leave
Emptiness such as the pit my Lies wrought
Work in progress.  Lesson I'm learning within. Or trying to by any means.
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2018
What matters most
not what shows on top.
But what's at the bottom
the underlying intention.

I wonder what's your thought
What do you see at the bottom
at the ***** of dawn?

Can I guess you said
it's the blossoming red rose!
Before you do it for them
ask yourself
Who is them
and do they matter?
Do it for you
Rahama Sep 2018
My heart was your home,
Until I threw you out.
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