#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.
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 8:28 PM UTC
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
May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 6:48 AM UTC
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.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
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.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
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.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
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.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
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.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
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.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC