#timepassing
A year about to die, its breath so frail,
Thrilled with joy for the new, we unveil.
Friends with wishes, they come, then fade,
A passing warmth, a shadow they’ve made.
Let not the new year be born so fast,
Hold the old, let its moments last.
Unfulfilled dreams of meeting remain,
Cherished old days we cannot regain.
Likes and comments now reign supreme,
Physical touch—just a distant dream.
No more a friend at a breath away,
Replaced by screens that steal the day.
Let not the new year stack wishes in vain,
Of meetings over tea, joy unrestrained.
Let this year stay, refuse to part,
And heal the longing in every heart.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 9:57 PM UTC
Sometimes, I wish that I were different
I am not talking about weight, height, or physically
I wish I were the old me
The nice me
The one who didn't expect ulterior motives
Expect to be hurt
The one who was afraid to say no
Or come off as mean
Sometimes, I think I'm still in there
Deep down
Underneath the fake cloak of harshness wrapped around me
Used as a shield
Protecting me from the world
Still protecting the old me
May 8, 2024
May 8, 2024 at 8:31 PM UTC
Thundering far away
You want to go to play
The squeezebox
By the church
About breathing
While breathing
But there is the blond one
Close to you
Smoking icos
Writing something
In the phone
And the brewery is opening soon
You want to talk to her
But remain silent
It is better to keep
Your mouth shut
She wears the ring
You wear the ring
The rib pain
Over your heart
Makes you tired
Makes you sleep
In the late spring heat
The wind starts blowing
The storm is coming
The boys are jumping
Into the water
The girl is taking
Her bra down
With elegance
Putting a light shirt on
Smoking icos
She folds the towel
Put a helmet on
And slowly leaves
With orange tires
On the small bike
The storm is gone
The warm wind is breezing
Over the pond
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 2:08 AM UTC
It’s been over a week now,
To be exact, it’s been twelve days.
If we are being really honest,
It’s actually been twenty nine days.
But, in reality it’s been so much longer.
You hopped on that plane,
That I had hopped on before.
Neither of us knowing how different it would all end up when you came back off the other side.
We are two birds who emigrate the opposite way from each other.
Crossing paths for only a day or two,
Spending the rest of the flight remembering what used to be.
You soar one way, I soar the other
‘Real friends, they never leave you’,
If only that was true,
To have a reason would make it easier
Us humans, we are just like pieces of drift wood floating down a stream
There is no saying if we will cross paths again,
Or only have a few fleeting moments together
As your wrinkles grow,
You realise that life is too fleeting to be mad anymore
Instead, you look at the moments from behind
You mourn the friends lost, the memories missed
You put down the album and let it drift away
You have learnt to forgive
Every now in then,
You dream of your paths crossing again,
But then you look around and see what you already have.
Sometimes the thoughts pour in and you wonder,
Will they leave me too?
The thing is in life, you just never know.
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 12:19 PM UTC
I sit
all by myself
again
and look out
down upon the streets
cigarette in hand
a glass of wine upon the table
love's sweet exhaustion lingering in my bones
and smell upon my skin
feeling so young and yet somehow so old
a late night bus drones by
and takes strange people
to their desired stops
in a city
where I know only few
that could say
yes
it's him
a woman with unsteady midnight gait
secretly walks her dog
into the public park
both little more than blurs
of bluish white and brown
in the half-shadow
of forbidden bushes
a couple leans entwined
forever in a parting kiss
upon the doorstep
unmindful of the plane
that comes in low and loud
before the landing
why is it that these moments
seem eternal and yet
I sense the rush of time go fast
and pass me by
and her
who sleeps next door
and leave us lost among our memories
of what was lovely
and so beautiful
before
* *
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 6:10 AM UTC
On this day I shall be vibrate.
Shining bright and uncaring;
Not minding ones hateful words.
I shall be strong and independent.
I'll talk a little too loud,
And act slightly more proud.
I will be happy and pleased today.
Then tomorrow will come,
And that day will become today;
But on that day I shall be grime.
Unable to stand the slightest of sound,
Startled and afraid, sick of being drained.
I will not be able to handle the day,
And all the things that await,
So I shall stay in bed and cry my life away.
To concerned now of the hateful talk,
Unable but wishing to change everything;
Every single little detail of me.
This today, is to loud,
But now its all in my head;
Where the monsters await for my dread.
Today, will always change,
But I will still be here for the next.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC
Pale blue dot in an endless void,
This rock has turned again and
the skies are swapping places
once more,
Regrets of things done or not done
drag behind on the ground
like a chain,
whilst hope for the new day
flies ahead and above like a kite,
A day closer to death or
a day well spent?
Either way, tomorrow it begins anew;
So turn, turn and turn again,
Pale blue dot in an endless void
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
I often use my time machine
Going back and forth
through the things
that had passed
Listening over and over
words said
Looking over and over
the doings done
But lately
I've been using my time machine
a lot
And I think it might be broken
Cause I've been going back too often
To the time when I had you
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
I measure out my days in witticisms that fall
As freely and pointlessly as leaves in autumn,
My few amongst the countless that fall anonymously
Along streets, in parks, in gardens
Filling gutters, blocking drains, making homes
For hedgehogs, rats and beetles.
Things we **** with cars, poisons and heels.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
The date that marks another month
came and went before I had a chance
to dwell on it.
You're already fading,
already disappearing
from my mind.
One day you will fade away completely,
only a memory
and no longer a heartache.
Well darling I wish you would stay,
please never stop haunting me
in this bittersweet way.
Because I'd rather have this heartache
than let you fade away and
become nothing but a shadowed memory.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
Without knowing how it happened
A man’s heart can fail him
His father gone, his spirit dampened
His children near, for a while, but then
Gone as meant to be
Would it be worse if they stay
But while longing is an empty knee
The time must come for them to fly away
But which pieces did they take
And which pieces do remain?
There is no accounting of what did break
Only a heart that must learn to live again
To trust once again in the sky
An old friend watching as you return
Is to know life becomes a cry
As wings become flight and ashes an urn
To wait for the next great love
Is the way of heartache
The time we give to what we are thinking of
Is only what we decide to forsake
But did my every loss soften my mind
For I know of your sadness too
And in it I have finally come to find
That the time is now for me to comfort you
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
Wandering, passion full of reality deep, moving in motion, forgetting, just motions expression, time breathes out every cell, though someone says evil chains infect you from end to main, telling you insane, eyes wander through the moment, your life is breathing, skin sometimes grows and gets older
Knives on the table clatter while people force and dishone you
Breathing life like wind, body transfers movement, light shining out your actions, though fading and disolving, touches the future, in a divine moment more real than time, nothing else is seen nothing else is life
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:30 AM UTC
bored
so ******* bored
tick
...
tock
...
tick
...
tock
I want to smash that stupid clock
time drags on like a dress caught in thorns
pulling at the soft fabric
tick
...
tock
...
tick
...
tock
thats it
time to die
******* clock
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
I sit
all by myself
again
and look out
down upon the streets
cigarette in hand
a glass of wine upon the table
love's sweet exhaustion lingering in my bones
and smell upon my skin
feeling so young and yet somehow so old
A late night bus drones by
and takes strange people
to their desired stops
in a city
where I know only few
that could say
yes
it's him
a woman with unsteady midnight gait
secretly walks her dog
into the public park
both little more than blurs
of bluish white and brown
in the half-shadow
of forbidden bushes
a couple leans entwined
forever in a parting kiss
upon the doorstep
unmindful of the plane
that comes in low and loud
before the landing
why is it that these moments
seem eternal and yet
I sense the rush of time go fast
and pass me by
and her
who sleeps next door
and leave us lost among our memories
of what was lovely
and so beautiful
before
* * *
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
Come on, Lady Luck
Throw the dice, spin
the wheel or draw a straw
tell me which way to go
which of these verses
would make his heart sing
for we poets are sirens
driving men to the rocks
& the clock waits so patiently
in the corner, in on the plan
& the city is a memory
sketched in teenage graffiti
& I'm Iggy's ' Passenger'
on a never-ending train
seeing my youth calling again
passing by me
behind cracked glass
beckoning the imagination
laughing, teasing:
' Are you lucky, Miss'
the answer comes : silence
like before the beginning of the world
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Wiling away someone else's
restless hours as they serve you
your elegant cafe au lait
you're flicking through newspapers
or maybe waiting for a friend
or a lover
or maybe contemplating
your next masterpiece
scribbling or drawing
on a folded napkin
or in a notebook
& watching someone
get out slowly out of a taxi
as someone rides by on a bike
& the first umbrella goes up
& it starts to rain
& the music is jazz
or blues & you're
dreaming of something
just people watching
& the hours pass
by almost invisibly
as if afraid to disturb
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
***** and forgotten,
Abandoned and afraid,
time goes on,
Listless and lifeless,
Crippled and silenced,
time goes on,
Steady and patient
Hopeful, with faith,
time goes on,
Gloriously elated,
Majestic and grand,
time goes on,
Loved and accepted,
Joyous and free,
time goes on,
Quiet and contemplative,
Peaceful and still,
time goes on,
time goes on,
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
You're busier than the crocodiles,
Swatting at the bees,
avoiding mumps and measles
that carry with the fleas.
In the time I could sit,
and bade my day awhile,
but now I've stuck to moving now,
now my soul is defilled!
You were busier than a ***** cat
swatting at the mouse,
and kicked closed, of that door,
that once was our own house.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC