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Umi Feb 2018
By the time as it passes endlessly without coming to a halt.
Each human has been gifted with wealth, wether that be material or
not is of no importance, some possess more, some do possess less.
However, the most valuable wealth which is in a clear recording,
Is neither chosen to be owned, nor can one choose to abandon it.
Some tend to waste it, according to others by their individual opinion.
For some it is a cruel fate, as it runs out quicker until the life has reached its destined point, fades away into the embrace of death
Some use it for their advantage, to gain success, renown, luster.
Are you able to guess what it is, has the obvious been pointed out ?
Tick, tock, time passes, to never to turn and change it's path
As I am getting lost in emotions, such as tremor in my thoughts, I have stared into the pocket watch, its motion which gently calms me,
Thinking about the seconds which pass, I am locked in this angel's
sight with no chance to flee, digging deeper into the structure of my mind without minding the time which is escaping before my eyes.
Tick, tock, self reflection, thinking through actions, this time I spend staring is far from being wasted, far from being thrown away.
Until finally, I close it, sighing in relive

~ Umi
In memoriam of my pocket watch: Angel Zadkiel
Dreamer Feb 2018
Broken
And, tired for some time
possibly shutting eyes will do
before strolling another mile

Honey, sing me a children's song
much the same as you
with a touch of bitterness
And a touch of adoration that is true

I'm done with the falsehoods
the sweet ones
that gets pushed
into my throat consistently

They say
salvation is available to be purchased
while the spirit bites the dust
a noiseless demise
I'm heaving each second
while vision
breaks down in my breath
for what isn't right

what's more, what isn't doesn't make a difference
until the point when I quiet my fevered head

Honey, sing me a bedtime song
much the same as you
I know life is short
What's more, trusts are so few
In any case, I'm never excessively drained
to escape away with you
under the blue moon
sing me a children's song
much the same as you
something so genuine
something that relieves
Wounded Warrior Sep 2017
I want you to not forget.
That you've tried this route before.
It didn't fix anything.
Temporary 30 second buzz.
Isn't worth the shame or headache.
You still end up right where you left off.
You're so much more than this.
You are hurting, you need a shoulder to cry on.
Not a bottle of illusion.
Scream, cry, sing... your way through it.
The feeling will pass.
It always does.
I know it feels impossible right now & this seems like a good solution.
But I promise you it's not.
Think about your beautiful children...
They are your world.
You are teaching them how to love themselves by your actions.
So love yourself furiously.
For you are so worthy.
Call a friend, ask for a hug.
You aren't alone.
You don't have to do this.
writer omsy Apr 2017
Let the bullet drill through
Erase memories of my family
****, the people who must stick
together, the trouble is severe

Ride the life boat
This ship has begun to sink
No more trusting fams
No more good intentions

I can't smile when blood clots
It won't heal like friendships
Rowing straight towards them
Even, words could've relieved-
the grievance, a little
Redemption - VIII

This is really the most terrifying thing occurred in my whole life. When your own family turn their head away from you and couldn't even help you with relieving words, it's like they don't know you anymore. They don't believe you could ever succeed in life so they could have anything helpful from you. This is the moment when you realize life isn't easy like the other adventures you've seen in films. It's reality. It's happening. Do not expect your own blood to help you.
Felicia Diana Apr 2017
'Is it ok if I would say
the words I am thinking about,
they are on the tip of my tongue.
Is it ok to wrap my heart around
the meaning of them.
Will it be poison or relieve?'
- F.D. Prenger
02|04|2017
Chara-Ruth Ward Aug 2016
It comes like a wave. Washing very slowly over oneself.
By Chara Ward ©
Gioo Apr 2016
Don't relieve her from the pain that life gave.
Her wounds are permanent reminders of her life in bloom.

She is a flower, this rain keeps her alive.
Between the grey clouds the sun will shine for her
And after that summer she'll be one with the petals in the wind
Aizzur Festejo Dec 2015
Its been a week
Have we stop talking?
No, it just became less
I wonder why
We've talked again
Its exaggerating but
I felt relieved
Sighing heavily
It was the greatest sigh ever
We greeted like before
I smiled ear to ear
At that moment,
I wanted to write this feeling
Imaginative and motivated
Alas, I understand now
I did write, did I made sense?
But I'm happy
That's all there is to it.
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