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Time is not a line nor a road, It doesn't pass by in equal integers: It grows, Swells, Accumulates- In small moments, Gets caught in the reefs. larger pools for more prominent moments. Boundless depth in a singularity. To see through the eyes of a dead man, In a moment long past, Forget the small, Happy, Tranquil, Streams. Waves career from the bigger ones, Crashing into my small boat. To be cast from the hull And sink in the singularity, Be consumed, Drown. A moment doesn’t pass, It clings, Accumulates. Swipe at the water, Seeping in, Try and throw it out, Before another wave… The time we spent Continues to consume, It swells, And dwells In the foreground, Always. Time does not pass by, It is here, Screaming, Just as it always has been, Growing. Haunting. I don’t think that I can bare To accumulate anymore of our time. My lungs are full, I have choked on the untameable mass of the lamenting sea.
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC
Time Swells
i'm beyond stressed. i can't help but wonder when the good lord will let me rest. the pressure is building upon my shoulders. like the ocean swells that crash upon the cliffside boulders. all of these tiresome, daily meddles. i'm waiting for the moment it all comes crashing down and the dust finally settles.
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Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 7:59 PM UTC
personal moments with newpoetica // I
soft tears cresting in eyes oh how they've hurt you so dearest one, let this pass in pain, fury, the deepest swells of sadness let them wash over you again and again until you are calmed smoothed out until new you will prove victorious and they will meet their end
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
The Waves Are Crashing
it will start as a dream slowly rotting to a memory that you can’t burn from your mind it sticks to you like it did to your skin and no matter how nice life is right now, still it will swell and show that you are a basket for shrapnel of things you survived but don’t worry, there is more than just surviving this, there is also the joy of just knowing you aren’t dead and that maybe life can be great despite the fact that you’re still in it say you’re at risk of becoming a partial optimist just rest assured that this likely isn’t a terminal case
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
Swells From A Dream