#milestones
I celebrate my life,
joyful, alive,
while the clock keeps moving.
Could it spare me some extra time?
Yet, I pause and look around.
The room is full—
happy faces everywhere.
On this cheerful earth,
my heart holds a stone.
In the sudden silence,
I fear I will end up alone.
One moment,
it is a milestone.
The next,
I am sitting on my own.
Caught in a flash of awareness,
I beg the universe:
“Please hold the time.”
But, the clock keeps moving—
could it please spare me
some extra time?
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC
Most days slip by quietly—
wake up, eat, work,
go to bed.
Another page in the calendar,
nothing different.
But a birthday feels different.
It’s like the world leans in
for just a moment and says,
you were born,
and that still matters.
It’s not just cake or candles,
not just the messages that pile up
on your phone.
It’s the pause—
to look at yourself,
to see how far you’ve come,
to remember the child you were,
and the person you’re still becoming.
Other days remind us
to keep moving.
Birthdays remind us
to stop,
to breathe,
to be glad we made it
one more time around the sun.
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 9:24 PM UTC
maidens of error
missteps, mistakes, mishaps ...
milestones to wisdom
Mark Toney © 2022
Accepting responsibility and learning from your mistakes are milestones to wisdom.
Nov 12, 2022
Nov 12, 2022 at 10:54 PM UTC
This time the feeling isn't the same.
And who? but myself, is their to blame?
This time, wherever you go and, this time whatever you do,
Even when writing written notes
You will mourn all I once knew.
This time
Is different.
This time- the last time round
I'll hope I do
Turn into you.
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
We talk in spoons. It’s an alchemy of sorts,
though we don’t seek gold or eternal youth.
A whole world of research says this curse is real,
yet Medicine has Science bound and starved.
We resort to picking at threads of work that we find,
weave from it our spells and our hope.
Pin to it her everyday dreams. And though
they are flimsy, her dreams are beautiful simplicity:
A five minute walk, or fifteen sat on the beach. A trip out, but maybe stay in the car. Ten minutes looking at clothes online, or coming downstairs if windows are shut and we close the blinds.
It is all connected, strung together like beads.
If she showers today, she can’t go for a walk ‘til next week.
She stretches too far then I worry she’ll ping, and
I don’t know if I could string her together again.
For now some dreams are too heavy,
she’s removed them. Hidden them like treasure.
She brings them out when she can. Handles them,
turns them to see if they shine in the gloom.
These dreams are more prone to fracture,
to shatter at a set time.
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 5:51 AM UTC
Anxious.
Feeling insufficient.
Knowing I'm insufficient.
Wanting insufficiency.
Not quite sufficient.
Comparing and contrasting.
Contrasting.
Wanting acceptance to be my most authentic self.
What is my most authentic self?
Where do I find her?
Focusing on the next milestone.
Getting there and doing the same.
What do we meet at the milestone?
Will be happy will be content will be accepted will be winning,
at the next milestone.
How do you live in the present moment?
What is the present moment?
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
Milestones Toward Oblivion
by Michael R. Burch
A milestone here leans heavily
against a gaunt, golemic tree.
These words are chiseled thereupon:
"One mile and then Oblivion."
Swift larks that once swooped down to feed
on groping slugs, such insects breed
within their radiant flesh and bones ...
they did not heed the milestones.
Another marker lies ahead,
the only tombstone to the dead
whose eyeless sockets read thereon:
"Alas, behold Oblivion."
Once here the sun shone fierce and fair;
now night eternal shrouds the air
while winter, never-ending, moans
and drifts among the milestones.
This road is neither long nor wide . . .
men gleam in death on either side.
Not long ago, they pondered on
milestones toward Oblivion.
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 2:40 AM UTC
I would like you to stay.
Stay where you've always been-
Where I once was. I would like you to stay
Here
With me. And I know that it is wrong and
Selfish
to even express
How still I long for you to stay- but I cannot bare the bruise
Of another milestone
Whipped at my head
though they're not even mine.
I never thought I would become all that I now am. I never thought I was this capable of hurting myself. I never thought I would be this alone surrounded by all the things I love and understand. I never thought this would happen so early on;
The great distance left bearing only heavier weights.
So I'll take whatever milestones I can
And abuse their theoretical beauty
The sleep
and breaking of my bones-
My last and final duty.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
CORNERSTONE: definition (noun) the chief foundation on which something is constructed or developed
Come with forceful wills
Over the hills and desert bleak
Reach for inner greatness
Not returning, but a smiling cheek
Every trick has its trade
Remember that, and it's usefulness
Stones break over a sharpened edged blade
Towers will fall wayside by forceful winds made
Only desire keeps the flame burning
Is now a time to overcome?
Everything you find yourself yearning?
It is upon Cornerstones... we are made
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
I notice the way
lovers linger at each other
for two seconds longer
and how
you mumble along to that tune
escaping from your right earbud.
The gallery cafe holds
artists in a room full of art
and I feel as if I'm
interrupting something
special
here.
I'd frozen that expression
portrayed by his features-
glowing when she'd
waltzed in;
tucked it into my bursting pocket as another stolen moment
and I think
love
is a funny thing.
Untouched
yet experienced
and I wonder why he
had eyes for her
and how long they'd last
or how he'd chosen
that particular song;
lyrics involuntarily memorized
for what other reason than fondness;
or how after knowing someone for longer than your memory can recall
that the creases in their index finger
is as familiar as the back of your hand;
so can all these emotions
overflowing with
serotonin and
caffeine,
dopamine and
adrenaline
be classified as love?
I think it can.
// Is this a milestone or ongoing progress? //
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
in 2017 i’ve had many drunken nights
laughing and giggling as the alcohol takes
over my body making new friends every second
in 2017 i’ve gotten high feeling euphoric and calm
with glossy bloodshot eyes as I continuously take hit after hit letting the drugs take control
in 2017 i had a stable job at a restaurant meeting new people everyday smiling and taking their order and that’s where I got close to him I got to know him
in 2017 i graduated high school feeling accomplished that I had completed 4 years of dreadful school no more roaming the halls or skipping class
in 2017 i met him at work we got to know each other bonding over little things I’ve ridden in his car multiple times and I’ve realized that I’m infatuated
in 2018 i will be strong i will focus on my writing
trying to write one poem a day about anything that
comes to mind
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
A travel between two milestones
How long it is!
O’ my Lord!
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
*Elemental Metamorphosis & Transcendental Milestones,
Sempiternal Origamis Of Her Temperamental Clones,
Spiraling Perpetuities & Her Sacrosanct Fortitude,
Procreating Tipsy Ruptures In Her Permeating Solitude,
Perplexed Momentum & Her Outlandish Constellations,
Nuclear Decay Of Her Masked Radiations,
Verbal Shadows & Her Tranquil Ascendance,
Encasing Her Tears In Liquefied Transcendence,
Yearning Oddities & Entropic Oceans,
Vitalizing Inexorable Emotions Into Phosphorescent Potions,
An Hourglass Existence Of Her Fabricated Virility,
Dwelling In Quantum Ascents Of Ardent Agility,
Silver Ghosts Of Her Prismatic Abyss,
Convicting Glass Houses In Her Ecstatic Bliss,
Telepathic Shades & Hollow Palisades,
Detrimental Novelists On Uncharted Crusades,
Pernicious Scars In Her Profound Gaze,
Erupting Genesis Inside Her Dimensional Maze,
Perplexed Periphery & Digital Fictions,
Annexed By Her Hourglass Depictions,
Breakdown Sanity & Her Concealed Screams,
Lifelike Dewdrops In Her Visionary Dreams,
Satellite Searchlights & Love//Less Progenic Mutation,
Paralyzed Sunlight Sparking Genetic Alteration,
Monochromatic Streams & Cinematic Realms,
Static Screams Of Her Toxic Schemes.
- 05:43 AM -*
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
Milestones
A thousand of them
And all around me
I know
The way they infect everyone with happiness.
Oh,
But not me
My eyes are closed and I only hear them
One thousand sounds
Each one louder than the last.
And I wish
That one day I could see them
My own milestone
One I can never reach
But I can only hope for.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
Overgrown grass
On the path
Hidden by a sharp bend
Dank and dark
Grass underfoot
Well trodden and trampled
By countless shoes
A journey cut short and retreated
Mysterious hoots
They begin to beckon
Strained ears
Listening for a welcome
Clumps of foliage
Waving a greeting
Tickling the thorny thickets
Eager for a meeting
*Dare I step forward?
Dare I choose this path?
Dare I make this choice?
What will become of me*?
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
Dreams are all I have
But none are accomplished
So they stay dreams
But soon they'll become more
They'll become achievements, milestones, moments of happiness
And a thousand more things
That mark the beginning of me
and the end of my past
~ B.H
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
You Weren’t There When I Took My First Steps.
When I First Talked, When I First Blew Out The
Candle On My First Birthday Cake. When I
Made My First Mistake. You Weren’t there
To Help Me Fix It. You Weren’t There To See Me
Grow. How I Wish You Had Seen
My First Milestones. Now I Am
Old And Grown, You Still Aren’t
Here To See My Milestones. See
Me Get Married, Or Celebrate My
Birthday. Now I Am Dead And
Gone, You Weren’t At My Funeral,
You Didn’t Say Goodbye How I
Wish You Had Seen All Of My
Milestones.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Julie,
I can not be there with you now,
But you'll always feel me near, my dear.
Look deep into your heart and soul.
Let the love around you forever grow.
Turning sixteen is such a big milestone,
Always know you're never alone.
Grandma Kirby
Thank you..
My sweet one..
I will always remember you,
Grandma..
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC