What is time?
Is time a tool?
Is it mine to own?
Is it a towns fool?

If we created time
Then does that make it ours?

Why would we share time?
Why wouldn't we keep it to ourselves?

Does time grow at one pace
Or does it flow at our rates?

Is it just a figment of our imagination?
Or is it just another of natures creations?

If time is real, what's to say it won't stop?
If time's fake, what's to give us this idea?

this not a poem but  just my thoughts

I want to have a book one day but not sure if I am good enough.  I think being able  to just have  book  is something great

I had writer's block for while I want to write but not sure of words. I am going get back into reading help with my writing.

I know this not from but I feel like  this place I can vent

wish I could be reason u smile
Being the guy fix your broken heart
A warm hand hold during your darkest days
Wipe your tears
make you smile but never to cry
I am left on this battlefield
Only my heart in my hand
Hope is in air
so is my warmth
Cutting up from past
But never gave up on love
I miss the feeling as flows deep inside me
I forgot the world when I
saw you
But then woke up was left with just thought of yo

If we knew what our soul looked like.
If we understood just how beautiful we are.
Idleness and low self esteem would be replaced with,
Love, ambition and a heart full of fire.