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John Glenn May 2019
the clock
tick tocks
in golden variables
every hour malleable
every minute ductile
every second savored
while we are juvenile
feel every moment
kiran goswami Apr 2019
In the evening, yesterday,
We again battled with words,
And, you, threw spears of alphabets
which embraced each other
as if they were meeting for the last time.
And I promised my reflection
I would not be guilty this time.

Minute 1:  I threw all the glasses of your trust
                 and cut down all the threads of your love.

Minute 2:     I looked around to search for me,
          but all I could see was you.
                      I knew I was delusional so I went
          to wash my face.

Minute 3:    I stepped on those glasses and my
                    eyes were filled with currant and
       crimson.

Minute 4:     I reached the basin and washed
    my
                    face while my feet were painting
       themselves.
                   And all that dripped down from my face was my commitment.

Minute 5:      I slapped myself using sheets of water
    But I was not as injured.
    I believe,
              I needed more, so I continued.

Minute 6:   I closed the tap and the remaining water fell,
Drop by drop.
I heard myself fall too,
Piece by piece.

Minute 7:                   I started the water again,
                                 My basin overflowed with  
                     you,
                              Oh no, it was water I knew.

Minute 8:               I heard the water, fall again
All at once.
                               I could hear myself fall too,
All at once.

Minute 9:                      no more water was left
                To be shed.
                             No more I was left
               To be dead.

Minute 10:                 my feet had become sore,
                                 And blood now drained away.
                      I knew what I did,
                              I didn't know what
        happened.

Minute 11:     I looked at myself in the mirror,
                    Like always, it again happened.
         My reflection faded away.
lovely Mar 2019
1 year
4 seasons
12 months
52 weeks
365 days
8,760 hours
525,600 minutes
31,536,000 seconds
and i want to spend it all with you
i don’t really know where these are going they’re just going somewhere :)
Alec Astaire Mar 2019
Ready to explode
Wait a minute, don’t leave me
Things will get butter
CLARYT Feb 2019
"Sleep when you're dead",
"Oh come on, liven up",
"What?? Nooo, please come",
"One two three drink!!",
"Snap out of it!",
"What's wrong this time??",

These and more, are phrases used by you "normal" people, in a ploy to entrance us very special, very unique, very very awesome people who have a condition known as depression.....
We'll sleep when we want to,
We'll liven up when our brain chemicals allow us to,
We'll come along when, or if we have the confidence to,
Don't.. Don't ever tell us to do that,
And, what's wrong?, if you knew us at ALL, you'd refrain from asking that question!,

Think on normals, we have feelings ya know!
# understanding # respect #love #empathy
(c)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2019
Mazen Edlibi Feb 2019
I saw it in me! I saw it in my silence! I saw it in my dream!
I saw every minute telling me to leave!
I have to leave! But where to? That I didn’t know!
Just walk away…walk and other things will fall into its places! Don’t be afraid!
Don’t be scared!
Don’t be skeptical!
Don’t wait for that thing to happen!
Don’t wait for that change, that you are longing for!
Don’t wait to be a stranger again!
It is just a label! You are a stranger even in your enoughness…
In your fullness…
In your wholebeing…
Just take that Leave…and be …
The Leave!
Brynn S Feb 2019
Cycolpitic view
Unedited outlook so bleak
Disabled in ability
Off turns the night
Replace stars with bottle caps
****** glass
Little shells
Pep Sep 2019
It takes only a small while to lose a moment
Or create one.
A minute or few,
A second
A breath
Is all it takes to lose that moment.
To lose everything you worked for
That kiss, that stare, that talk
It should have meant something because you had a moment there.
For a moment,
You connected.
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