#currency
Time.
Time is unique.
Time is considered infinite,
But it is also limited.
Time is a currency.
A currency you can only spend.
You can never gain time back,
So what you spend it on is precious.
You have a right to be picky
Because your time is limited.
It is limited in a way we do not know.
As if we were all given a bag of time.
This bag is unknown in its depths,
So one day you can reach in
And nothing will be found.
You have a right to be picky.
You have a right to say no.
You can spend time on another
Or you can spend it on yourself.
But choose wisely who you spend it on
Because others may toss your time away.
Time you will never get back.
Time is unique.
Time is infinite,
But it is also finite.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 3:25 AM UTC
Days flit by
like a
_Drip
Drip
Drip
Drop_
As If watching a leaky faucet
In a plugged sink
The drops are slow to build
Weighted down by their own mass
As they reach a point where gravity
can no longer be surpassed,
To a
_Drip
Drip
Drip
Drop_
As they fall into the basin
scattering ripples
And splattering droplets
As they fall
Gathering light in a glittering bowl
As the next drop slowly begins to flow
By the
_Drip
Drip
Drip
Drop_
But once you’re attention is pulled
And the visual is no longer there
Only a sound heard
Consistent tempo filling the air
Seeming to speed
where eyes can’t see
And the budding drops
fall carelessly
With a
_Drip
Drip
Drip
Drop_
before you know it the basin is filled
With the drops cascading
beyond ones will
And the ripples now
scatter to waves against the brim
Caving to gravities endless whim
As a
_Drip
Drip
Drip
Drop_
Once you notice, it’s far too late
The marble is shimmering
with streams and ponds
As it tallies the fee of water wasted
_So too does time slip from the basin_
And the coins we pay
exchanged with age
To a
_Drip
Drip
Drip
Drop_
Before you know it
time has come to a stop
along with both
the _drip_
and the _drop_
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 2:12 PM UTC
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Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 3:36 PM UTC
Night flees in darkness,
day sleeps. Now knocks on my door
shall I say "come in?"
Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 3:08 AM UTC
Powered matter leaves their origin,
Into a land in the distance,
Residing in the hearts of children
Offering everything but resistance,
Exchanging life and his riches
For the taste of blood in their kisses.
A child is a sacrifice
For what is right
In the prophet’s eyes
And minds that are blind
To the lies that bind
His cries and surmise-s.
The prophet’s prophecy
Is to gain profit from gases
More flammable that propane.
His fingers, crossed and lost,
His veins, lost its blue,
His skin, has turns chartreuse
With the sight of the new moon.
A new dawn begins
With the same sun,
Covered by new clouds.
Sounds of the innocent,
Muffled by the lead they’re
Buried in.
Their fears of growth
Disappear with their sight.
But it’s alright,
It’s in the name of Liberty,
Currency, and Democracy.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC
Moving along in life looking at all the different stalls
I wonder how much it all costs
If I could ever have it all
What about one smile?
What about an extra mile?
What about a first love?
What about the longest hug?
I wonder if I will ever have enough
Everything is so expensive
I only have so little left
Will it really be worth it?
What if It was a waste?
Something I could never get back
I must spend it though
Every little bit must be accounted for in the end
This precious currency
Nothing attained with it can be returned
All sales are final
Let’s buy this one smile
Just one
Oops
Looks like it was upside down.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
a shell, a rock, valueless
token of exchange
Cain's creation, perhaps,
impelled by hunger and his mark
today a non attributable lie
a picture of true faith
- but the sword still stands -
speaks more truth than any word can
deeper its insidious roots grow
for the greater its seeming efficacy
displacing the currency of love
for my enemies love me as themselves
but the lie is true
gnawing from the inside out
from nations, to businesses, to people,
a soulless heartless ********** remains
by the sword you live, by the sword you die
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 11:19 PM UTC
Waiting for a silver dollar
Cold and true
In a world full of plastic cards untrue
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
Memorize poetry—
Wonder what you did that for—
Time is currency.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
the greatest gift anyone can give you is time
in a world where attention is the new currency
- what i have learned from social media
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
Time is currency,
Coins that I want to save up
Just to spend on you.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC
She says
everything
is currency
and I couldn’t agree less.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
I don't work for a tangible currency
I slave for digital binary
01101000 01100101 01101100 01110000
While I scribble poetry
Emptying my personal winery
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
Your currency, should currently
Be known for it's barbarity
Your hostility, and severity
Will flip minority to majority
The reality and authority
That we want to see desperately
Is a community that concurrently
Finds solidarity and integrity
In the simplicity of sincerity
Because, you know what?
It's not easy, it's simple
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
Earth runs by mural
Grows on soil alluvial
Is more communal
And less commercial.
But all work illegal,
Love for such is official
All equal tasks disloyal.
But at Money’s arrival
They treat us special;
Bliss and bless us total
We are never trivial
Comes position initial.
Money is more disloyal
Will leave you at trial.
If one is in life’s trial
Success of Money final.
If you want to be ideal;
No value only Money vital.
Agree or not Money is real
As with it we are acquittal.
Don’t be completely asocial
No practice of immoral,
It leads to God’s dismissal;
As we are never trivial
Comes position initial.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
A pink small sparrow
Comes at my halo
And grants me furlough
To travel through hollow;
I do after her lonely flow
But at my trail many glow
With expectation inflow
Of Money red or yellow.
It made me strong fellow,
From yesterday to tomorrow,
Who travels lonely and slow
By using a wheelbarrow.
No friend or enemy allow
Me to enter in his furrow.
So ye decide judiciously now
And choose relatives or sparrow.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
A beautiful and sweet girdle
Collecting it is quite doddle
Counting is like a hot fettle
Touching it is a bit brittle.
Let be the Geeta or the Bible,
Let be grapes or pineapple,
Importance of money able
Is not be explainable.
Money can make a castle
Or buy handful cattle
Or can earn a good title
Or can bound to peddle.
All is easily possible
By the mint boodle.
Carry them in a duffle
Or in a golden vessel,
It is going to be a rouble.
So friends value a boodle
And crave for it to chuckle
The taunts of world little.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
My freedom of expression,
Or, freedom to exist...
I've had to suppress, any implication,
That I was free, IT was free,
Or that I could rest.
My obligations became innovations,
My "freedom" was a serious test.
Shut my mouth.
Silence my thought.
Burn holes in my own sky...
To survive,
Just to... Get by.
There's no blood on the hand
of the devil begging for a gun...
But, the blood of my son,
My thoughts, my thighs,
My sun, my sky...
I'm paralyzed.
I idealized and fantasised
...a metaphor...
Something in-between dead and alive.
But this is literal.
Cry freedom for a body that fails.
An existing breath that bent steel.
Locked in the prison with 10 wardens.
Slave to a super power.
And I'm furious you sent me a bill.
I ate your currency.
I'm... Fed... Up.
Your devil is free to stare,
poke fun and share
...the misery...
...my suffering...
I'm paralyzed.
This is literal.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
What of empty words
like love without feelings
a currency without a bank
to back it up,
words expressed but not felt
spent in amounts
exceeding their value.
What of love
felt but not expressed
deep like a vault
where the most precious possessions are kept,
or deep like a mine
where the yawning veins
provide only hints of their great worth
a little bit at a time.
We are growing an economy
and between us we can pass
Assignats or Continentals
to our hearts desire,
and yet when our hearts yearn for more
it will only be the shining coin of the realm
the pearl of desire
that is assayed between us
and only then will our economy stand or
fall by what is backing
our promise to pay the bearer on demand
and redeem ourselves in return.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
I spend my love on you
like pennies tossed into empty fountains of youth -
like loose change loyally saved,
built up in a piggy bank,
a compilation of broken promises you never made
becoming blood clots in my lungs.
I would say they're in my heart
but I can't breathe when I see her.
Tax season is over and my savings continue
to drain -
they sit at your doorstep
waiting to be cashed in
for what I thought was an investment
but has become a liquidation of my entire being.
Empty wallets haven't caught wind of my addiction,
but the pennies on the ground talk.
Found heads down, I give them a voice,
and they, too, drown with the rest.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
Looks like smiles and hugs
and current seas for eternity,
I will cover the spread
and her head
The price of her education hard knocks
and maturation
When fully flowered before spring
and ticking timebomb within
Eyes on boys wandering from books
Broken everything and lasers for looks
Her currency never grows thin
Paid in full again and again
If only the world knew what
Made it spin
Looks like smiles and hugs
Refill my wallet *****
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC