And when you decide me as your world,
And when you see me as your screen to trust Every minute, Every hour Shower droplets of visual love and touch target To refurbish our love, time and again
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7/30/2018 - Poetry form: Minute Poem - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
In the moment of it I fell in love With you for a minute
the breeze tickles her hair
and takes her worries with it. the sun wants a break just for a little while. she misses the sun, but knows it needs a minute. she'll be here when it's ready.
I have never wanted forever with anyone before,
I’ve wanted a life time, I’ve wanted another day, I’ve wanted another minute, But never will I want an eternity with someone who doesn’t want an eternity with me.
I have to go again.
Are you afraid? I'm leaving the country, the sympathy and the fake dreams. Do you care? I pack everything but I'm sure something's missing. What are you running from? I check myself in the mirror. It's the last minute before I go. Nothing changes. I'm so afraid oh, I don't care. I'm running from my questions but I guess I'm missing my soul.
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《I'm running from my questions but I guess I'm missing my soul》 Written on September 9, 2019
"One more minute," you say
as I glance at the clock, ready to run off to the places I wish to, but can't avoid. "One more minute," you say as you grab my face, smush my cheeks, leave behind watermelon kisses. "One more minute," you say and every time I give in. One more minute given, just one more minute late for you.
another day another wallowing moment
in this unfamiliar skin searching for the component that feels missing deep within another hour another feeling how they change so quickly my back tied to the ceiling lack of control making my stomach feel sickly another minute another headache come and go in a blink I pray that they stop for my sake too tired to even think another second another toll on my head filled with words needing something plentiful for the soul ears longing for the sweet tunes of songbirds the pain beneath my eyes showing the purple and blue taint my mind up till sunrise wearing my exhaustion like a canvas wears paint © L.F.
the inevitable can no longer be delayed or ignored
it is 8:58am, the wafer needs consuming so the bodies of the sons of god can rise it is 8:59am the credit card payment due, needing doing, this, my juggling act commences ends @ the righteous hour now, for the numbers flip forward the 9:00am mark officializing a living commencement and the first poem of the day prayer is spoken, prayed, stated commenced and ended
tick tocks in golden variables every hour malleable every minute ductile every second savored while we are juvenile
feel every moment