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I wish to undo all the things I've done
To turn back time
I wish some things didn't happen
But,could I still rewind it and change?

There were things that made me happy
But, mostly were tragic and sad
It all happened unexpectedly
But, could I still rewind it and change?

There will always be situations in our life,
Situations we never thought could happen
But, still it happened to us.
But, could we still rewind it and change?

Truthfully, things done can't be undone.
We couldn't rewind it
But, we have the chance to change it.
*Change it and learn from it.
JoBe Arenas Jul 2014
The mundane day
Eaten by the ebony sky
Empties into the basin
Of the new day

Time is old
Yet there exists
The new day
Existing due to the passing
Of the old time

Renew the soul
Of every human
Who wakes again
To the new day
Soulful bass driven music written poems
Kalia Eden May 2014
creative destruction
too beautiful to fault until ashes
(and even then all I want is a different ending or none at all).
silent sunrise that you can’t hear but you can feeeEEEEL
elsewhere.
the hum of existence and how you always danced around it
and coincidently it never lined up for me.
self is such a strange concept that sometimes I forget
and other times it consumes and I am    sorry  so    sorry.
what are you if you aren’t always discovering?
what is she when there is a cost?
what would she have been if rewind and stand outside to see truth
it’s like looking through a kaleidoscope
what is the magnitude?
axiom
this is called spring
and I’m through wasting it.
falling Mar 2014
ten
twenty
eighty
one hundred
one hundred fifty
one hundred eighty three
the days carry on
drifting by
everyday had been numb since
since I lost you
everyday I crave
your voice
your touch
you words
your love
how do I bare the
indescribable pain
that flutters through my veins
pulsing venom into my heart
pumping sorrow from my mind
I ache
In desperation for you
to hold me one more time
for one last chance
for us to rewind.
"To the begining of the tape please
I don't like the end"
she said to me again and again.

— The End —