#carpe-diem - Hello Poetry

That hospital where you were born, There were rooms All there for the same reason. The walls that closed us in, did not stop them from entering In rhythm you could hear them, The anticipation building And the jubilant cheers of arrival. Repeat again. Some before, some after, a big one, a little one, boy, girl, some within hours and some within minutes. Here I am. Here you are. Siblings of September. Somebody waited for him too, Somebody heard him coming. She saw, and heard and felt the world passing by around her. Before and after. A new mother. A new somebody. Somebody still living remembers that day, perhaps. Perhaps, one day unknowingly, I'll pass by a young man on the street. A sibling of September. I was there. In between those moments Things happen, A woman passes by a man on the street, Unknowing. In March. She was there. Unknowing. A man who cannot look at himself in the mirror, because Things happen. A little girl trails behind him. He was there. June siblings. They were coming. Things happen. Your life. A result of mine. My life. A result of yours. Living with a man who could not live with himself. My life. A result of yours. Her life. A result of mine. On it goes. I wasn't there. The man who could not live with himself. That hospital where you died. There were rooms. All there for the same reason. The walls that closed you in, did not stop them from entering. In rhythm you could hear them, The anticipation building, And the searing silence of departure. Repeat again. Some before, some after, young, old, man, woman, the has beens, and the have nots, some within minutes, some within hours. There you go. There I go. Somebody was there. Somebody heard him say "Not yet" Things happen. The man who could not live with himself. Did not want to be anything else. Not yet. Things happen. You do not get to choose, In between those moments Things happen. The woman who lives with herself Looks at herself Would you rather be anything else? Not yet. Not yet.

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC

emma-l-waters

Not Yet

That hospital where you were born, There were rooms All there for the same reason. The walls that closed us in, did not stop them from entering In rhythm you could hear them, The anticipation building And the jubilant cheers of arrival. Repeat again. Some before, some after, a big one, a little one, boy, girl, some within hours and some within minutes. Here I am. Here you are. Siblings of September. Somebody waited for him too, Somebody heard him coming. She saw, and heard and felt the world passing by around her. Before and after. A new mother. A new somebody. Somebody still living remembers that day, perhaps. Perhaps, one day unknowingly, I'll pass by a young man on the street. A sibling of September. I was there. In between those moments Things happen, A woman passes by a man on the street, Unknowing. In March. She was there. Unknowing. A man who cannot look at himself in the mirror, because Things happen. A little girl trails behind him. He was there. June siblings. They were coming. Things happen. Your life. A result of mine. My life. A result of yours. Living with a man who could not live with himself. My life. A result of yours. Her life. A result of mine. On it goes. I wasn't there. The man who could not live with himself. That hospital where you died. There were rooms. All there for the same reason. The walls that closed you in, did not stop them from entering. In rhythm you could hear them, The anticipation building, And the searing silence of departure. Repeat again. Some before, some after, young, old, man, woman, the has beens, and the have nots, some within minutes, some within hours. There you go. There I go. Somebody was there. Somebody heard him say "Not yet" Things happen. The man who could not live with himself. Did not want to be anything else. Not yet. Things happen. You do not get to choose, In between those moments Things happen. The woman who lives with herself Looks at herself Would you rather be anything else? Not yet. Not yet.

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Be the poetry you cannot write.

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Dec 4, 2015

Dec 4, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC

mica-kluge

Untitled

Be the poetry you cannot write.

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He said go there I went He said ‘see the colors’ I saw only gray He said ‘feel the sun’ I felt the harsh wind He said ‘close your eyes I saw darkness Boom, Boom, Boom Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh Crash Crash Thump A rhythm from the sea No A heartbeat from me Now See Eyes Open Wide Sun A’ Glow Colors Iridescent Jewels Brightness L L I I g g h h t t Copyright©2015 Kelly Chase All Rights Reserved

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Jan 30, 2015

Jan 30, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC

chase-the-moment

Destination to a Journey

He said go there I went He said ‘see the colors’ I saw only gray He said ‘feel the sun’ I felt the harsh wind He said ‘close your eyes I saw darkness Boom, Boom, Boom Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh Crash Crash Thump A rhythm from the sea No A heartbeat from me Now See Eyes Open Wide Sun A’ Glow Colors Iridescent Jewels Brightness L L I I g g h h t t Copyright©2015 Kelly Chase All Rights Reserved

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SEIZE THE DAY  before it goes away  What has been dreamt  put it on play  Take a deep breath in  Breath it back out  Do today  What wasn’t done yesterday  Take your heart  Give it wings  SEIZE THE DAY

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Oct 15, 2014

Oct 15, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC

tatiana-m-bazzani

Seize the day

SEIZE THE DAY  before it goes away  What has been dreamt  put it on play  Take a deep breath in  Breath it back out  Do today  What wasn’t done yesterday  Take your heart  Give it wings  SEIZE THE DAY

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