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Time is punctual.  
    I, not always.
Time is immortal.
      My life awaits.
         Time does not wait
             For anything it creates.
                       Time reminds us
                       Only when it's late.
Time is everything I am not yet.
Tell me if it's true

© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
You gave me your heart
As a gift
You wrapped it
with healing words
and pure intentions
And I couldn’t wait to unwrap it
You gave it to me
Without me ever having to tell you
What I needed
I’m starting to think you know
What I need
More than I do
What you never told me
Was just how precious
Your heart really is
You don’t give things away easily
You don’t give your time
To those that would waste it
You don’t give your energy
To those that don’t deserve it
You don’t give your undivided attention
To those that would rather serve as a distraction
Away from your path
You don’t give things away easily
But you gave me your heart
with out a second thought
and it has made all the difference
in me
Hello Prolly May 2019
if
not allowed to see
not allowed to know
not to be told
in the rain
off pain closed door
I’d better be quiet
not to break in
not to hurt
so
just there patiently
close enough
reach for me
if
Ylzm May 2019
The door closed. I left.
A few meaningless words,
At the best of times.
Usually, a stranger.

The movie ended.
The hall cleared.
The credits rolled on.
The next movie starts.

Education's a farce.
Money making, paper printing.
The educated worst off,
deluded that they are.

A little goes a long way.
A little nudge is the difference:
from a catastrophic impact,
to a heavenly fiery show.

But it takes time.
Corona Harris May 2019
I was **** naked in the shower when it hit me
Fingers to lower lips I felt empty
I wondered why my body doesn't like my body
And as I asked I received
The flashbacks of when I would grieve
Or hurt or feel anger
I'd fight myself like a stranger
Inevitable danger when my emotions rose
Made me leave those wounds under my clothes
Those battles on my skin left me feeling sick within
I couldn't trust myself
I couldn't love myself
Cause I'm still getting over the last times I touched myself
My hands turned into enemies
Things no longer wanted into me
Abusive lovers I'm having to fall back for
Trusting that they won't injure more
And my fear no longer impedes my nature.
Marla Apr 2019
Humility escapes
The proud
So that it can
Embolden
The meek
Like a small child
With a pencil
Discovering
The Temple
Is weak.
gleck Mar 2019
If we could learn to be patient with ourselves, then maybe the world would do the same.
a quote from my last poem, important enough by itself - as you are too
Donward Bughaw Apr 2019
Unti-unting nilamon
ng ningas,
mula sa sinindihang palito ng posporo,
ang kapiraso ng telang
ginamit na pabilo
sa lumang suga.
Pasensya. Mahalaga ito sa atin upang magtagal pa sa serbisyo o iba pang gawain.
Ed C Apr 2019
Has your blood ever boiled
and burned the handle of your sanity?
i am so annoyed with life check out my page and follow xoxo
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