#passes
I'm stuck in transit;
unmoving,
while the world
just
passes
me
by.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
A lot of things have changed
A lot has gotten better
But the Pain hurts more when you fall from higher highs.
Dec 20, 2022
Dec 20, 2022 at 7:55 PM UTC
Time passes slowly
like **** in an hourglass
sitting watching hours pass
while no one knows me
in my internalized identity crisis
my multiple identities fight this
feeling of being lonely
I’m with all the people I’m not with
this is my fallacious fantasy’s gift
I can hear myself groaning
like a zombie foraging in the mist
I blindly eat what’s in my fists
in the distance lights are glowing
but all I see are tiny dots
in an electrical gridlock
my definition of recently keeps growing
as the rest of my life keeps shrinking
it’s hard to keep going
this deep into sinking.
Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 5:45 PM UTC
A thousand chances I gave to you
Each one you carelessly broke
I called you my soulmate
Now that word just makes me choke
Why do I always fool myself
And believe your honeyed lies?
Falling for the next facade
Before the last tear even dries
Our love is a labor of loyalty
But I carry it's heavy weight
Despite how much it wears me out
Or slows down my wobbly gait
Which requires an impressive grip
So I don't drop you from my hands
When most would have given up by now
My tired frame continues to stand
Throughout misadventures
As seasons pass us by
I hold our relationship up
Even when you hardly try
Your absence is tearing me to shreds
Strangling me with misery
And the cuts all over my insides
Bleed out though no one can see
Since you abandoned ship
Feel older than ever before
Loneliness is aging me
From my surface to my core
Seeking refuge from the storm
Safe haven I can't seem to find
Cannot escape the sight of your face
You're everywhere I turn in my mind
But you have no comfort to offer
Except in dreams and memories
So I fill my reality with questions
Stuck in consecutive reveries
The coldest summer I've experienced yet
Though the sunshine is bright overhead
I am frozen straight through the bone
Even with somebody new in my bed
The beat in my chest sounds quieter now
My pulse slow and miniscule
Death would be easier than this I am sure
But I am not a coward
Only a fool
Running circles with my eyes tightly shut
Wasting away as time passes me by
Living life on autopilot
In a stupor
More like a zombie since you said goodbye
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC
No one knows why I went bad
When the sun rose, I lost sight of that young brat
As days go by, I'm left with my past
As nights go by, I put on my mask
All I can do is fix the mistakes
Allowing myself to set sail on lakes, first
Letting destiny be my anchor
Its sails are carried by the wind and the water
I may carry on with some abandon
And the victories might come all of a sudden
Yet, the losses do not bother me anyway
I know I am destined to win, today
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 11:09 AM UTC
Systems cease
organic beast
lies ever still.
Memory remains
observing stains
of the ****
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
time passes
as seconds
when we meet
but it slows
as the mount carrying burdens
and in its holes filling with loads
when we are wide
when i saw you
i forget the world
except your shiney smile
when you go
my heart is off
and escaped after you
it is your prisoner
and wish it lasts for ever
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC
Passes to sell, I went out
but no one knew what's a fete 'bout.
Started at 3:30 with ten,
and came back with nine.
Which was not fine.
Wanted all ten to sell out,
but no one knew what's a fete 'bout.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
What does make the time go?
because we insist not to know
our ages
equal the time passes
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
Miranda
I will tarry here
For a little while left in hope
Until honesty grips me by the shoulder blades
And bades me back
To walk the lengthy line alone
For a little bit longer
For a while, I go
In the sky, a star hovers, while another passes by
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 10:07 PM UTC
The more aware you are of time
The more infuriating it's implicating becomes
Who would want immortality here?
In this halfway house
I do not know?
Yet he who keeps his calm doesn't know, but enjoys the most
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
You were the smallest baby when you were born
How could we have guessed you'd be such a thorn?
You put the twinkle in our eye
It reminds me daily when I look at my thigh.
I hate moments we argue, hate when we fight
You have been so wrong but mostly you're right
Can't imagine giving birth to a child
You sacrificed lots to make sure I smiled
I dedicated life to my daughter
Little did I know that would stupidly start some slaughter
Now you go begin life on your own
I stand back watching how much you have grown
Very confident and bold
More valuable than silver or gold
I did not ask to be brought into this world
Hands tiny, innocently curled
So much time has passed since then
Now you're not just my mom, you're my best friend!
Raising you taught me so much
With more ahead in store
Every day that passes I
Love more and more
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
it's been 43 days
since we last talked.
the worst thing is:
you still don't care.
it's been 43 days
of throwing stones
and the pain
I cannot bear.
it's been 43 days
of suffocating;
without you,
there's no air.
nothing matters
to me anymore
besides the fact that
you're not there.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
The lack of the eternal
Within my own eternity
Has never bothered me
Before this
Before today
I cannot am
I cannot want
I will not be
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
Perhaps if time could speak,
one would not feel so alone in
the depth of their mind.
For time is an endless sea
one that just ebbs and flows.
And we are never sure of the
course our lives will take.
So we lose ourselves in the Fields,
heart, soul and mind locked away
as we wander.
And wander.
And wander.
Time and tide are never still.
Time and tide will never wait.
And as time slips away,
it can never be found again.
But we wander.
And wander.
And wander.
Unrushed for those who wait,
Soaring for those who fear.
As we wander.
And wander .
and wander.
Lasting for those who grieve.
Binding for those who love.
And we wander.
And wander.
And wander.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
sighing through the evening,
i can't help but feel that sigh.
i'm pausing for a moment,
but the moment passes by
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 4:05 AM UTC
Wait for a while
Wait for sometime, quite sometime
Wait till the next moment in time passes by, wait until then.
Wait for a while.
Wait because there is something going on in the mind
Distortion of facts leads to disturbance of the thought process going on in the mind
Annoying seems the present moment in time
Still it’s always better to wait for a while
Wait for sometime.
Wait because there is something going on in the mind
What happened then at that point in time?
What went wrong?
What happened prior?
Whether it was a diversion, whether it was a deviation
No one knows
No one can tell
Except for you, yourself
So always it's better to speak truth to yourself.
Since there are so many things going on in the mind,
it's always better to stay firm upon something not only at the present moment in time,
but also with the passing moment in time.
Make sure everything is clear in the mind with regards to what is going on in the present
Once that happens, then from that moment onwards things start changing
Time now to proceed with what has been decided as of now in the present with regards to the present moment in time.
Once that gets decided, then no point in looking back
It’s time now to proceed with what has been decided in the present and specifically getting the same thing done with regards to everything going on in the present.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
Let the things in the present remain as they are
Let everything remain as it is
Live life in the present with the present moment in time
Let it be as it is.
The day starts
The day passes by
The next day comes
Very soon even it will become a thing of past
Life continues
Time does not stop.
Let it be as it is
Let the things in the present remain as they are.
Think about the past, present and also about future only when needed,
otherwise no need to ascertain the future.
Time spent in discussing the worries about future is not going to come back, neither will discussion solve any problems of the present.
Definitely an act towards getting something definite done will sort out the things.
Let it be as it is
Let the things in the present remain as they are.
Never wait for the moment in time when something in particular will happen so as for the things to take shape.
Never depend entirely on any one particular aspect, element, factor or thing.
Time moves, time runs, time flies
Time and tide waits for none.
Still efforts are always made to save time so as to get and gain more time in the future.
It's always a race against time.
Let it be
Let the thing of past remain in the past.
Continue with what you have got in the present.
Mistakes from the past and worries about future knock upon the door as and when a peaceful moment in life is found to live upon.
Never did it mean to live life in the past,
nor did it mean to live a life with regards to worries about the future.
Since life continues with the present moment in time,
it's always better to live life in the present.
Participate in what you know you are the best,
later improve and improvise in where you are lacking.
Never was it possible for anyone to climb the ladder of success without making any effort.
Remember efforts never go wasted,
focus needs to be maintained and the same must be kept intact.
Obstacles and failures are part of life,
so never compromise,
nor negotiate with neither obstacles and nor failures.
Learn lessons while tackling them.
Once the right moment in time comes in sight,
strike upon the same.
Definitely you will strike gold when you strike upon the right moment in time.
Let it be
Live life in the present with the present moment in time.
Make the best use of the present moment in time by giving your best in the present.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
Don’t touch me.
I don’t know you,
A stranger to me,
I don’t allow you.
You smiled at me
From across the place.
In this noisy nightclub
You’re just a face.
You might be a cook
Or maybe a movie star.
I don’t know you at all.
I don’t know who you are.
You don’t have permission
To put your hands on me
And treat me like someone
Who is desperate and ******
I totally understand
The way things are today.
After all I’m in this bar;
It’s like I seem to say
I’m one of those types
You take home for some fun.
That might be what you think
But I am simply not that one.
You see, all I can go on
Is a matter of your looks
And I am not a psychic
To tell angels from crooks.
So, thank you for your offer,
But I am going to pass.
I turned you down even though
You patted me on my ***
I won’t woke up tomorrow
Full of sorrow and regret.
I won’t be the conquest
You will quickly forget.
I’ll be the one who has
Taken the time to say
I understand your game
But, I don’t want to play.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
The days just pass by
and the calender
where the pages are beeing pulled off
One after another
Only missing the "He loves me, he loves me not"
Then it could have been a flower.
'Cause some days he messages me
Some days he doesn't
I just keep waiting
For that single message
which now and then makes my day.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
The whole night
I take turns in sleep
Right and left
On my back and sides again
A gentle breeze passes
over my face and body
It is my beloved’s song,
Her flying kiss
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
and it drifts out in sunsets
from throbbing eyeballs
locked on horizons,
thinking staring
following that double-frame
earthquake spasm
cut to black and blacker
behind the skull
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
There wasn't much left to do but drink the night away; just me and this bottle of ***
I seemed to have blurred the lines from being 18 and happy to 22 and ready to drink myself to death.
I am not sure how I got here, maybe years of hiding sadness, who knows really?
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC