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What does make the time go?
because we insist not to know

our  ages
equal the time passes
time is the money
Seanathon Apr 2019
Miranda
I will tarry here
For a little while left in hope
Until honesty grips me by the shoulder blades
And bades me back
To walk the lengthy line alone
For a little bit longer
For a while, I go

In the sky, a star hovers, while another passes by
I, in the sky
Seanathon Feb 2019
The more aware you are of time
The more infuriating it's implicating becomes

Who would want immortality here?
In this halfway house
I do not know?

Yet he who keeps his calm doesn't know, but enjoys the most
Of this life....
Amanda Jan 2019
You were the smallest baby when you were born
How could we have guessed you'd be such a thorn?
You put the twinkle in our eye
It reminds me daily when I look at my thigh.

I hate moments we argue, hate when we fight
You have been so wrong but mostly you're right
Can't imagine giving birth to a child
You sacrificed lots to make sure I smiled

I dedicated life to my daughter
Little did I know that would stupidly start some slaughter
Now you go begin life on your own
I stand back watching how much you have grown
Very confident and bold
More valuable than silver or gold

I did not ask to be brought into this world
Hands tiny, innocently curled
So much time has passed since then
Now you're not just my mom, you're my best friend!

Raising you taught me so much
With more ahead in store
Every day that passes I
Love more and more
Me and my mom did this collaboration together i thought it was pretty badass
Lexi Harwick Jan 2016
it's been 43 days
since we last talked.
the worst thing is:
you still don't care.

it's been 43 days
of throwing stones
and the pain
I cannot bear.

it's been 43 days
of suffocating;
without you,
there's no air.

nothing matters
to me anymore
besides the fact that
you're not there.
Johnny walker Dec 2018
Funny how time passes by
happily with someone but In what seems just a blink ot an eye they're so suddenly
gone
Nothing but memories now left behind, once a life oh so Important especially to me as her husband who has to live on, funny how time has passed me
by
Just having thoughts of how time passes by In what seem an blink of an eye
Wyatt Jun 2018
I am a man
who’s barely alive,
“I am the pen who
hates when you write.”
I am that feeling
which makes you sigh.
I am a knife
that carves little lines.
There’s a pounding in my head,
an incredible sense of dread.
Dope my mind full of meds,
I’m sick of cleaning up the mess.
Putting my pencil down, giving up,
for surely I have failed the test.
So much sadness inside
that I must always address.

I hope you don’t think
that I like writing
about how much
I wanna die currently.
I hope you don’t think
these words are a show,
I don’t get a bunch of kicks
from living down below.
Know this is real for me,
call it an autobiography.
I don’t like repeating myself,
falling prey to the same trap.
I’m not relishing in the relapse.
I always find lies in the fact.
Death seems so matter-of-fact
which may be why
I gravitate towards it
and reject my signs of life
which leave me perplexed.
Ease my presence,
don’t complicate my existence.

I hope you don’t think
that I wanna be this way
although every day
I play tug of war with
self-destructive thoughts.
Do I wanna motivate
or deprecate how far I’ve come?
If you can relate
then let me tell you
I’ve got no answers
for our plentiful problems,
so I want you to live
hard enough for the both of us
because I wanna take
the easiest ways out sometimes.
I’m selfish most of the time.

I’m sick, I’m too depressed
but you already know that.
I must confess,
I think a lot about death.
It’s no habit anymore,
it’s more like a regret.
I could have been long since dead
but I want to see it all for myself
how dark this picture can get.
It’s the only reason I still exist.
If only pain killers could **** the pain,
they more-so give the pain a jacket.
Covering up,
hoping it soon passes.
It never does,
new hurt only attaches.
A glimpse of hope
trespasses
but I murdered chance.
Life
next to a set of matches.
I’m much too cynical
to remain passive
because pain never passes.
Seanathon Nov 2017
The lack of the eternal
  Within my own eternity
    Has never bothered me
      Before this
        Before today
          I cannot am
            I cannot want
              I will not be
There's no turning back
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Perhaps if time could speak,
one would not feel so alone in
the depth of their mind.
For time is an endless sea
one that just ebbs and flows.
And we are never sure of the
course our lives will take.

So we lose ourselves in the Fields,
heart, soul and mind locked away
as we wander.
And wander.
And wander.

Time and tide are never still.
Time and tide will never wait.
And as time slips away,
it can never be found again.
But we wander.
And wander.
And wander.

Unrushed for those who wait,
Soaring for those who fear.
As we wander.
And wander .
and wander.

Lasting for those who grieve.
Binding for those who love.
And we wander.
And wander.
And wander.
I'm in somewhat of a grey mood. More and more these days.
Especially when I think about time.
aryanalynae Jul 2017
sighing through the evening,
i can't help but feel that sigh.
i'm pausing for a moment,
but the moment passes by
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