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I have seen you posing in pictures,
But i wish to see you smiling in front. I have heard your sound,
I wish to feel the depth of your voice whispering in my ears.
I have seen your eyes from far,
But I wish to have a contact with the gleaming ones.
I have heard songs sung by you,
I wish to have them as the background music of my life.
I have seen your hands playing guitar,
But I wish to hold them as we step forward with time.
I have seen you only in my mobile screen,
And many wishes still crave for your magical presence.
Randi G Dec 2014
You told me that you have
Over one million hair follicles
And I believe you.
I do.
But, if it’s okay, I’ve never counted
To one million before.
I heard it takes a really long time,
But after I count all of the spots
The hair grows out of you,
I want to count all your freckles
And connect them like constellations.
You’re just like the universe to me
And each freckle is a star.
There are lots of stars we can’t
See with the naked eye,
But I want to find those too.
If that’s okay.
Francie Lynch Dec 2018
I know whose toes
Are curled and peeking out below:
Beneath their nose,
Under lips,
Lower than their waist and hips;
Past their knees and their shins-
Toes they’ll use to count to ten.
Better yet,
With our twins,
They’ll count to twenty to begin,
Then move to forty without linger,
Counting on each other’s fingers.
Toes and fingers, fingers and toes,
Twenty wigglers they’ve come to know,
With twenty fingers to catch and throw.
For now we’ll rhyme toes off to market,
And play Pat-a-Cake
With Ophelia and Brigid.
Ophelia and Brigid, eight months. Granddaughters.
ren Aug 2016
Hearing the fuzz of the static between the lines as you laugh nervously: It feels like waking up to a child who has found your acrylic paints, who is brushing hasty strokes of posey on your cheeks -

Like half-heartedly composing your poise on a river rock, holding your center, knowing if you lose your steady, you have to fall,

Fall into something that feels like first breath of air you breathe when you step off a train, knowing yesterday is gone, knowing the person you are now is ready to embark.
Subhojit Ghimire May 2018
Counting Days
-Subhojit Ghimire


Lonely me, thence lonely world,
No fun, no work does it hold,
Sitting by the window and glancing at the bay,
I’m counting grains and counting days…

Slowly does it pass with no hobbies and no aim,
Life ain’t just a game, matter not what others say,
Looking at the calendar with nothing to do,
Just counting years and counting days…

Alone on the strand, a pioneer so ***,
Not caring what others hafta say,
Lying on the ground and watching the sky,
I’m counting stars and counting days…


A private island, a private yacht,
And a private company of myself,
By the ocean, staring at the watch,
I’m counting hours and counting days…

So messy has life become,
So unruly has dreams become,
Help myself, I may,
But by counting thoughts and counting days…?

Loads of work, but none to worry,
Wasted my leisure, felt no sorry.
No idea what my future holds,
But I am sure,
It’ll, as usual, pass by
Just counting rays and counting days…
She Writes Aug 2018
While they count sheep
I count stars

- The upside to insomnia
Tommy Randell Mar 2017
3 Walking the path
2 Is not being the path
1 Ready Aim Fire!
L Aug 2017
300
Something happened. I didnt know how to feel. A walk seemed like a good thing to do. I followed the trail. I got angry. Why? It doesnt make sense. But it does make sense. Why? So angry. Clenched fist and uneven breathing. I cant do this. Stop. Breathe. Stop. Sit. Count cars. 25 cars speeding down the freeway. I see them. Do they see me? 50. Calming. Counting. Losing track. 100. They keep coming. Sometimes many all at once. 200. Sometimes sparce and few. 225. All these cars. All these people. So many lives. So many in different situations. So much i dont know. 300. 300 people have just passed me. Its been no longer than 10 minutes and so much experience has just driven by. I may never know their stories. Never to be seen again. Fleeting. Gone. 300 people who dont know me. Dont know my story. 300 people. Some would care. Some are too busy. Sure, some empathetic. Some feeling pity. Walking. Thinking. Numb. Smile at the nice people passing by. People pass and yet the road seems deserted at times. Walking.

There is an end. Though it maybe not quite an end. Things are not the same but thats where you end up.

I turn around and walk back.
Coming to terms.
ciara Sep 2018
and i just casually count the minutes
from when we last spoke and i
count
count
count
and the number gets bigger,
bigger.

im too scared to answer
if i answer
i have to lie about how i don't love you
so i
count
count
count
count my life away.
the minutes stays at
one.
and i give in.
Maxine Nov 2017
Precious baby, counting sheep.
Tell me why your eyes can’t sleep?

Sweet baby..
No sheets.
This is different, not so sweet.

Darling baby, you can only laugh.
Memories they stay,
like Mary on stained glass.
overcoming the enemy
Fay Kim Oct 2018
One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

I see my flaws at the door
You're shaking their hands and letting them in.
I sit so close - skin to skin while you discuss my chopped hair and tarnished skin
Blandly discussing how you want me thin.

Five.

Six.

I blame the mirror for making me like this.
Counting the marks that don't look so beautiful - don't shine or sparkle.
Fighting the tears and biting my lip
I look at you with reassuring eyes.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.


I don't think you ever wanted to be mine.


Ten.
Jack Jenkins Apr 15
a year
in its entirety
since my heart
turned to glass
burned
like a silver comet
plummeting
to drown in the sea
sunk to the depths
lost
as if it were a message
placed in a bottle
it's gone
just a shadow of what was
a single vein
a string
nothing more
just numbered days
that i should have let go of
a long time ago...
//On ex girlfriend//
I found this buried in my drafts from over a year ago. Figured might as well post it even though it is old.
Elizabeth Zenk Aug 2018
Four halves
No wholes
One father
No dad
Two wrong moves
Three plus two
Five broken lives
painting pictures
of grief on
different canvases.
Add up where I went wrong
CK Baker Feb 2017
it falls through the glow of the wintery trees
building a cover under the breeze
luminous lights sparkle and hatch
snow pack high on the briar patch

pine cones fall from majestic fir
squirrel and robin rustle and stir
sitka spruce at tunnel bluffs
ravens roost on cedar rough

dusted peaks at hurley pass
snowline cuts the avalanche
fox and lynx are on the prowl
hollow eyes from spotted owl

cool winds up the valley trail
whirling snow from diamond vale
chilling flakes in candle hands
moonlight shines across the land

northern lights in krypton green
the sounds of verve are bitter sweet
curtains hang on a cold dark sky
counting stars, a lullaby
Terry Collett Nov 2018
We counted the hours,
then the days,
then weeks, then months,
my son, now the years
mount up with heavy load,
since your death;
yet we remember,
always shall,
each moment,
always will
without fail.

We count the times
you made us smile;
recall your humour
and wicked wit;
remember your Stoic views,
your sense of morals,
your understanding
of the human traits
both good and bad;
the things that
made you smile
or made you sad.

We count our own
memories of you,
each one our own,
each sense of
what we lost,
and count the cost.

Years have slipped by;
days, weeks,
months, now years,
but that sad event,
my son, is still as raw
as it was before.
A father talks to his dead son
Philomena Dec 2018
One two
Well look at you
Three Four
Always begging for more
Five six
But I'm all out of tricks
Seven Eight
So full of hate
Nine Ten
So I just wont breathe again
I like to read it going over each of the numbers with a breath in and then a breath out but thats just me. Guess i'm just tried of taking instruction from people who don't understand.
Count down the days, dear, Until I fall into place here.
I will be upstairs til then, looking for new ways to process the old days.

Gift wrapped and red penned, I wish I could stay here.
Call off the search on me now. You know where I'll be found. (6 feet underground) Darling just look down.

I knew I'd find you here, It seems all so clear just like your favorite song. ringing for o so long. I know you had to go but I didn't think it'd be so soon.

Count down the days, dear, until I fall into place here.
beside you now. beside you now.
inspired and heavily copied from Meridian if I dare tell the truth.
Erian Sep 9
I can count your name a million times
From fading stars to sunrise
There's nowhere I'd rather be
Under the sun's shining gloom.

If meteorites faded upon the ground
If the moon danced, crumbling down
If the galaxy was safe and sound
Would you stand there with me
Under the sun's shining gloom?

If we sank beneath the sea
If the world's turned upon our reach
If we watched Earth plummet underneath our feet
Would you stand there with me
Under the sun's shining gloom?

Or would we drown below the blue?
Would you pull away, as you do?
Would you pick up the pieces, lathered in glue?
If we stood under the sun, blazing like crystals in the dew
Would we fall apart?
Or is it too soon?
Jessica Jan 8
I stand next to you as the timer counts down
In Atlanta
5...4...3...2...1...
Happy New Year!!!
You walk away as you text someone
I’m left standing alone, and immersed
In the center of the room
Solidly, solely accepting you
I can imagine how awkward
You feel
As I look down at your shoes
Hmmm...your red vans, your rip jeans
Your eyes, I can’t see
Hold my hand and calm me
Remind me what it’s like to have
You in my car
(I have a bag of your clothes in my backseat)
Listening to music and singing
As you’re aware of my mind
Reeling with worry
You were in a hurry, Rose
Where’d you go?
I use to count the days as if you had them
Numbered
5...4...3...2...1...
Amanda Nov 2018
She
Counts
Her shots
With sharpie
On her arm, tick tick
The alcohol swirls inside her.
It can **** you, you know that, if you keep taking them.

She
Waits,
Ignores.
Breathes in smoke.
The substances coursing
Through her veins. The two, a yin-yang
Teasing each other, now giving balance to her world.

Feel
Your
Burning
Cheeks flushing
Under the dim lights.
Are you still counting them tonight?
What are you trying to escape from? Him? Or yourself?
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