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A A Mar 2018
Every time I glance out the window
The clouds have reformed into a new and more beautiful arrangement.
And every time I glance at the clock
I’ve wasted another hour.
After every time I eat
I wince and brush my teeth,
Every time I’m touched
I grimace and shake,
And every time I sleep
I dread the moment I have to wake.
spiral-whirl Feb 2018
in a way time is like a dime,
tails for passing,
heads for gaining,
because time is so limited,
a dime is limited,
so think it as this,
collecting all the dimes may gain you so much time,
but you'll be wasting the dimes,
because you never use them.
*cough* yes I did just base this poem off of dimes and time. Wow. *cough*
Druzzayne Rika Nov 2017
She's just touching the surface
reaching no more than her own pain
losing days trying to wash her tear stains

the world's wishing her to rise above
look in their eyes and see the truth
to see what they try to allude

there is no straight way, no easy route
and everyone is the passenger of the same boat
looking for the very same perfect coat

But no one will get something which is not theirs
fate has decided everyone's own roadmap
there are some small steps, some big traps

Wait for the check points, rather than all stones
the game of the life, all to achieve and leave
don't just halt at one step to grieve
because she's just wasting her time.
Mike Virgl Jul 2017
Look to this when you are hungry, and sinning
and look deeply into your vision, what do you see?
A man made marvel. That is all. Is that what you strive for?
To obtain nothing and hold it for god to see is simply heinous.
Unrepentant ignorance. So is that who you wish to be? The pathetic corner where no one treads, the person who has no future tense, and even the person who lacks any will. Constitution, I should say.
You are who you make yourself, after all who controls everything you do? Inaction and action have the same power, so decide. Choose for yourself, is it now, or tomorrow, or even better, never?
I kinda just made this for me to look at... i need a life coach
Are you today, wasting your wilderness?
Don’t you know, it’s appointed by God?
Nothing is squandered in His economy;
are you diligently seeking His holiness?

Do you realize, that He will humble you,
will test you and will do right by you?
Are you prepared for the future blessing,
that’s on its way? Soon you will view

God’s plan and purpose that He’s crafted…
especially for you! Rejoice loudly now!
Though you’re excessively burdened with
challenges, you’ve been divinely adapted

with abilities and strength to become
flexible, to be led by His glory cloud,
not taking matters into your own hands;
are you allowing Him to loving plumb…

your weary soul and eternal spirit?
Inspired by:
Rom 8:28; Deu 8; Jam 1:1-4; 2 Cor 1:8-9;
Num 9:15-10

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
L Seagull Jan 2017
The choice between going on or circling around
Spins around the same age long question
To let the fear run the course
Of life destined to end
As you are fearful and small
Or to conquer your destiny
As you fear
Always in the back of your humanity
And none of it comes down to
Anything primitive at all
Austin Heath Sep 2016
Lipstick and teeth marks
on my **** remind me that
there are still good days.

The way you laugh as
I coax you into *******,
the sun hanging low.

Hell is above me,
I'm the **** at the bottom
of the universe.

Half heartwarming smile,
half blood curdling charm, and
lack of self control.
Epic Monkey May 2016
Watching time
Pass me by
4 blank walls and a ticking clock
2 blank eyes and a feeling block
Colorful floaters flying
Colorless thoughts undying
Withered nerves, blooming vessels
Brittle bones, stiffened muscles
Spiritual paralysis in mental mazes
Emotional desert, unreachable oasis
When Silence heals faster than words
When Peace kneels faster than war
When Freedom feels like caged birds
and Dark conceals the sheltering shore

Watching time
Pass me by
Mute routine, no remorse
Swinging from bad to worse
Like a golden fish in a glassy box
where fake waters keep life flowing
A toy-castle and artificial rocks
where fake food comes daily snowing
False care to the insomniac in the toy castle
turns out to be the ultimate love-showing
The memory too short to be grateful
Better be oblivious than knowing
When you belong to a sea harsh and sinful
where sharks eat you to keep growing
Narrow box, shallow rocks void "only" a little
as the deceptive love keeps overflowing

Watching time
Run me by
Staring at the hourglass draining
Grain by grain
the golden sand
Staring at the emptiness draining
thoughts without a train
randomly banned
Staring at the misery draining
heart and brain
and its out of hand

'Cause silence heals faster than words
Peace would kneel faster than war
And Freedom feels like caged birds
As dark still conceals the sheltering shore

~Epic Monkey
Kov Bog May 2016
Wasting Gravity.
What were you telling me,
Chills run down my bones,
Aching for rip out my thoughts.

Frosty Sunshine.
A garbage can of my mind,
Space between infinities,
Buy darkness to see me, please.

Painting Sanity.
Humid canvas of reality,
Always scanning emotion,
A money flavored deadly potion.
My very first poem
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