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Mikey Apr 2021
youre drifiting
through a timeline in space, dotting the lines with your love for me, for him, for them, for her.
youre drifiting
leaving remnants of your lovers fingerprints within you
youre drifting,
just promise me you wont leave me stranded in the stars
"It comes about that the drifiting of these curtains
Is full of long motions: as the poderous
Deflations of distance: or as clouds
Inseperable from their afternoons;
Or the changing of light, the dropping
Of the silence, wide sleep and solitude
Of night, in which all motion
Is beyond us, as the firmament,
Up-rising and down-falling, bares
The last largeness, bold to see.
PK Wakefield May 2010
rainbow hand dance fingerless; you child of
erudite bearing archaic
on slippery shoulder
cry's the saffron
star, as the day makes a frail swipe at nights skirt
envelops the granite teeth sifting
cosmic ash drifiting
in from a chronic
melodically surfing the gossamer
plait of that
milkiest

                                  
                                  
                        
                              
                                                            alone's
Danielle Brown Dec 2012
I’ve always understood my place with you,
But I knew for a fact that truth couldn’t be true.
Running from reality,
And hiding in my dreams,
Life seems much easier,
When it’s not as it seems.
The farther I run,
The closer I get.
The times I remember,
Are the same times I should forget.
Oh! Look at what you’ve caused
This mess you have done.
You’ve tortured my heart,
And called it fun.
I can’t blame you;
Blame is all the same.
For it picks its victims,
And is tagged with one name:
Me,
You,
Us,
We,
Them.
Down to the depths of the oceans
Drifiting under the moon
No cares or cries
Just an ignorant fool.
I have understood theres no you
And theres no me,
And I’ve agreed to these terms
Only to be set free.
jacky Jun 2014
in time i break
even i have been broken
by you
a thousand times

the moment flees
as my life wounds around you
and I am stitched
in everything about you

little by little
i discover
that we are drifiting island by island
a thousand miles

and the depth of the scars
you give me
is deeper
each day

I breathe harder
as you take all the air
in the sky and i die
A thousand deaths

And a thousand of them all,

when I let you go,
even the stars will bend down
to follow your path
and kiss you goodbye.

(@a_nhedonia)
If I cannot write beautifully, atleast I am trying to. And trying is what is important.
Sovit Pokhrel May 2020
A master craftsman,
Well bred and fed,
Counting his days,
Days spent, over Days left.

Days, spent searching a craft.
Days, spent learning the craft.
Days, spent working the craft.
Days, spent perfecting the craft.

A master craftsman,
Well bred and fed,
Counting his days,
Days spent, over days left.

Days, left to live.
Days, left for love.

Days, he spent, drifiting from life.
Days, he has left, too little to go back.
Days, he spent, he wishes, he had more.
Days, he has left, only them,
and nothing more !!!
All our lives we run behind what the society has considered the epitome of success  only to realise that we have completely forgotten to live our lives in the process. Start living before its too late. Spend time with the people you love, tell them how much you love them.

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