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xx Jun 2016
"We roam the cities of yesterday
every time we wake up for
tomorrow's morning
just to find out that our souls
are lost somewhere between*
*the fading sun and the rising night."
Cynthia Jean Jun 2016
Boundaries
for our good

24 hours
in a day

humans are frail

we can only bear
the weight
of one day
at a time

no worries
about tomorrow

no getting stuck
in the past

abundant life
is in My Presence

Today

pressing toward the goal

the upward call of God
in Christ Jesus.....

cj 2016
The daily struggle is to make the right choice every day, and not try to carry yesterday and tomorrow while trying to live TODAY.
Colten White May 2016
You are all your yesterdays
and tomorrow you will be that
plus today.
What will you speak now,
that will echo in a self
only one sun rise and set away?
Extend your hand into precarity,
and meet a new you
who has one mysterious day
up their sleeves.
There I was, wandering in a part of town I never know. When there I spied, with my squinty marble eyes, You there, Walking across my way. Oh, how I'd like say hi or perhaps just follow along beside, finding a path through your certain steps. But alas, there I stood, fixated on your figure, passing-away upon your path. Today I felt a funny kind of stab.  Like seeing a dead lover reincarnated but certain that they remember their past life if they tried. So I watched you fade away along the horizon, feeling more lost the further you went... Disconnected with distance, lost in a part of town I never know.
MJ May 2016
Yesterday, I smiled.
All my worries fled.
Today they came back to **** me.
Tonight, I fear, I bled.

Why do I bother with laughter
When all that water will drain?
I can do it myself.
I can substitute laughter with pain.

Don't tell me to quit my moping.
You don't know what I'm crying about.
You know, part of me is still hoping
That someone will figure it out.

Then I remember, I'm on my own now.
So I guess I'll be bleeding alone.
No more dreaming of sleeping in someone's arms,
My pain and my tears are my own.
Gracie Knoll Apr 2016
Golden sun beams pierce through my clouds
Bringing every thought of self destruction to a complete and sudden stop

There is no longer any need to tear myself apart
The war of ages has begun to slow its pace

Perhaps in days unvisited yet by myself I will know the sensation of peace

Unlocking to secrets of my pasts
Will open up the gates of my future
Allowing me to grasp onto the golden promises of yesterday

The eagle screams and disturbs the peace of night
My sleep is interrupted by the fear of what tomorrow brings

But when the new day dawns a crisp and sun-flooded morn
I fear nothing anymore but the fear of fear itself
effie ebbtide Apr 2016
Hop aboard.
It's a free trip, anyway.
No more dread, no more yesterday.
Tonight we're going to cloud nine.
Put your suitcase above your seat.
Kick back, relax, go to sleep.
On the dream train,
we see tomorrow with our clenched fists.
Toni Apr 2016
Yesterday.
As a breeze…
comes and goes gently
As a cloud…
quietly leaves noone sees
Nostalgia perhaps can’t be gone
On the street I walk alone
Passing the old place I was not alone
Ahead corner wakes my concern
Let it bygone, let it foregone
Time to turn so turn
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Seeing the world through tear stained eyes
Wondering how any one survives

The mountains we climb, trying to reach the sky, but we find
It's nothing more than the trail we leave behind

With out wings we think we can fly
Only to find we are falling from the sky
Being forced into an ocean of emotions to swim
But in the grand design someone forgot our fins

We reach for tomorrow, standing in today
As we look back, for the past has paved the way
Good or bad, when faith begins to fade
Hope is how we are saved

The illusion of time never moving, things never changing, at a still stand
Only in looking back can we see the clocks moving hands

For as surly as the moon brings in the tide
Our years in this life is but a fast ride
Moving so quickly, we don't feel the motion
Just like the the moon's pull on the ocean

Seeing the world through tear stained eyes
Knowing that in the end no one survives
Dawn Lambert Mar 2016
Having done this in a long time
I hanger been on a play date
My mom is making me do this
Going on a stupid play date
Little baby made me play with blocks
Little baby made me dress up
Little baby don't understand
I'm too big
I'm too big
Little baby took out some ribbons
Fleeing and fluttering
Look so beautiful
I have to try
Little baby look surprise
But I couldn't resist
All the colors
twisting turning
Fluttering
Fleeing
Beautiful
Feeling young again
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