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Sadie Grace Aug 1
a million reminders
that I can't run away from this time
not this time
stuck in the rewind
I replay the day it all changed
Can't I just forget?
Until then --- in the ashes I remain
Poetic T Jul 16
Never ask,
           Always think
                firstly...

                           And then follow
the words backwards,
           to find the meaning


of what was not clear the first time.

sometimes we rewind
                                  to find
what wasn't clear.
            

Freeze framing to find that moment
         we should have noticed
an indiscretion and navigate the
          meaning of where we  

fell to pick ourselves up
                            and recognise

our own failing.
Nicole May 19
When I see you watching me
I lose my mind
Only wanna stop
And just hit rewind.
Naeem May 15
When did being happy become such a struggle
When did my laughter start carrying tears
When those lonely nights carried another cut
Filled with anger, regret, disgust
This man with the blank expression
Used to be a kid
With hopes and dreams
Where his only worry was a nightmare
When did my life become so miserable
Rewind the clock
Take me back to when I was 6 & felt invincible
-elixir- May 4
The infant peers out,
of the window
as it soars high up in the sky.

Introduced by those,
who beget her,
into the land of opportunity.

the years passed by,
infant to toddler to a young adult,
cradled by this lavish land.

The memories with her folks,
the life engrained in her blood,
as she prepares to soar.

With a heavy heart,
she vacates her second
home, with hope for better.

Alas, there she peers out,
of the same window, for the last time
as that life becomes a memory.
As I think about it, it was probably the most sweetest time of my childhood up to teenagehood.
Ronnie May 2019
there are times when
all you can feel is nothing
no rhyme or reason
no rhythm
no melody

not a single note in sight
no colour to be heard
no breeze to savour
although the aftertaste
is bittersweet

so you try them on
feeling after feeling
discarded on the floor
in a pile of ***** laundry
the broken records

and then they spin
out of control
there's no order
and no queue
the tapes won't rewind

the sink is still broken
your words still sting
the jukebox remains silent
empty.
Pravalika Vayya May 2019
Once in a while,
I come to see
How long it's been
Me stuck in sea,
Waves are trading
I am moving
It reaches the end,
NOT ME
Once in a while
I come to see
What's going around me
Not so far
Not so near
Everything ends in
A blink of tear
Doesn't it know
how to fear?
Always holding isn't near!
Some things are unavoidable. A day isn't a day when things are not there. Always found of them and the very next second they disappear, this makes us upset. Not only things sometimes missing a person also does the same. The only difference is when things are gone we complain, when a person leave we move forward.
Star BG May 2019
Oh if we could rewind our consciousnesses
and learn to make our lives more peaceful.

To expand without the pain
and uncomfortable
circumstances

To step out of bed in morn
and just play never having to
move in a fast forward walk.

But alas that would leave us
with no hands on experience
and ability to look back
and see how far
we have evolved.

No way to thank those of dark
who brought us to light.
Inspired by Queenarama Thanks
Erian Rose Apr 2019
I thought you'd understand...
I guess it was all in my head
Like a song on rewind
going over the same verse
over and over again...
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