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#notime
"You're not doing this for your mom, or your dad, You're doing this for you. As a way to express yourself. That means that you have to practice- even if its 15 minutes, 30 minutes 1 hour 2 hours 3 hours 4 hours a day. You need to be committed to this if you want to improve." You don't understand how I Don't Have Time.
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Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 8:28 PM UTC
11/14 Guitar class
We dreaded this day When this clock finally struck Words can't express this Yet, I am happy For all that we have became A friend, a lover No need for anger We showed love and compassion This was true romance Take care of yourself I'll think about you everyday The best memory
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May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 6:48 AM UTC
Time
Stop chasing me, I see you watching me when I'm waiting at the bus stop, I feel your presence when I'm preparing my 1 sugar 2 cream coffee, I know you're with me when I'm counting sheep as I'm falling asleep, you're there in my nightmares, your reality is the maze I am trying to escape from.
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Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
Dear Time,
Scraps of your time, whole of my heart.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
My Funny Valentine
Doing homework left and right, Ha! No, i’m not “fine” Working my *** off all the time-- I’ve got no time! No time for these video games All the “kids these days are playin’” I ain’t got the time of day And i’m just here saying-- Why do we have to do this? Do you understand the strain The stress You do daily to our brains? And THEN You accuse us of being lazy Selfish, stupid You’re driving me crazy! Don’t we deserve at least A little (grudging) respect Being ABLE to cope AT ALL (not all of us can...) What more do you expect? Do you expect us to just be “fine” Every time you ask? Because we’re not Not with all these endless tasks. It ******* ***** TO BE A TEENAGER In this day and age And I, at least, would appreciate it If all these people talking trash about kids my age Would just stop Because we’re not “in your day” anymore And I’m not “fine” And school, (to be perfectly honest) is just a bore.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
I’m (Not) Fine
Not like this. the path you stumbled for, left you for some footsteps of a goddess that we never were sure of her existence. He left you on the road oh, beautiful landscape of all such green trees, such brown leaves. Do you wonder how I wonder? wanderlust, collecting dust of the wasted decades we had of an item we never truly got to reckon it's form I do not believe in time it does not exist break all hour glasses done.
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
tempus fugit
No time, no time. Always time, always fine. Cannot cannot. Stop, it's not something that should be fought. Can't stay can't stay. Just a minute you won't be late. No time, no time. Be that way, fine.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
The rabbit
Crept in the surgeon from the ashen winds Peaceful, baleful autumn fire A descent climbing ever higher. A special case to him it seemed, starched white His breathy steam corroborated. The nurses rush ‘tween bed and **** checking Vitals of lacking that but the enigma Curiouser and, oh, the blank screen displayed it. There, as sight, the network of bones, all disposed To their center, by blood and vein, all there through. What caught the eye, a screaming white blot In the thick of his bare cavity A cold urn, well wrought Had in its mouth a thousand streaming shards Burning, pumping all the same by some miracle That rigid effaced youth and flesh Taking its gestalt’s place. A nurse approach in ample fit to begin, Crack his stern starch baritone, there he burst Take him away; nothing is wrong Amateur at best, irreclaimable at worst.
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
ICU
Slowly slowly time goes slowly As the hours ticking by drag on deeply, deeply, deeply And it might be late to try. How can I explore my talents, finish work and watch T.V., If the hours, hours, hours take up too much space for me. Slowly slowly time goes slowly With the hours rushing past Eyes are heavy sleep is steady This one more shall be my last. Slowly, drifting off to sleep No time to rush no time to think I take my pencil in my hand And finish this long-worded strand.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Slowly