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dmperez Jun 2016
Imminent grainy current
constrained in flight
a pile of past moments

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L Oct 2018
Im losing track of time again.

Lost in words, lost in my own head.

Theres so much to see, so much to do.

So little time.

And it slips from my grasp like how sand slips through the fingers of a clenched fist.

Theres no fighting the flow.
    So why try.
Dont bother. Youre gunna end up getting swept away anyways. Deal.

"*******, its dark outside."
Quick to make an Irish exit
Missed the moments, leave them black
Stick to every silent lesson
Take them home and read them back

Wicks, they burn and fire lets them
You'll find home within the wax
Missed your turn, the pike, that exit
You're alone and time has passed
Sep 2018
When to grab I'm not sure
Not when Time is tariff
Barely making of Future's contour
Space and fate in Miscellany

But perhaps I Must grab,
for that remaining Flickering seconds--
before Regret stabs my back
of once-in-a-blue-moon's Wasted Opportunity
Opportunity is given at the right time-- grab it.
pluto Dec 2018
Secluded behind the walls of glass structures,
Bleeds time within its ruptures,
For diamonds vanish as its sands continuously fall,
As trapped souls rapidly add dents to it's fractured wall.
"They ran out of time"
trf Sep 2018
H arrowing abundance rife with result
O ur minds narrowly try to cope
U nder pressure facades and near **** haute
R estricts the leisure of bare beauty
G rowing impatient by the cover of makeup
L oving imperfection is now a rare duty
A ttributes of wear benign hope and
S ecede scars born of cataclysm while
S carcely inhibiting a chance to forgive them
everyone is beautiful and everyone is ****. shine a light on anyone, make your decision & determine which way you'd like to be perceived
i wish you gave me
just a little more time
to be in love with you.
Hollow Steve Dec 2014
Stricken by the absence of color,
and the absence of rainbows that once sung to me.

Nullified and numbed by the irrationality of my ego,
and my hatred for sanity.

These are punctured wounds by the hands of the stained glass,
as this shattered hourglass speaks gibberish to me.

I'll take all the blame,
it was all my fault anyways.

As if my world wasn't trippy enough,
the only thing standing in my way is you.

So let violence sing one last time...
Scream for me poetry.
Sam the lynx Dec 2018
In the sea of aged descension,
debauchery of tortoises and sea horses,
afloat bottoms up.

With fleeting corals,
wilted they wane,
a familiar millet stops by.

Seeping ashes I breathe in,
treacherous flames I shan’t squelch,
left nothing but void to differ the abyss
from an unfathomable surface.

Tidal deluge washes away.
Deprive me of thy momentum,
for I no longer swim.
Dani Sep 2018
The fruit of your trees, they are beautiful,
But they have been broken away.
Hatred and fear covered your eyes,
Forcing you to live without love.
Blinded by darkness,
No longer
Peace and forgiveness
Fear cannot bring
What love we desire,
But it was ripped away from our hearts.
Fear overwhelmed us,
I lay in wait for it to over take me.
Gone and stripped away by
Darkness and fear.
No more!
For the loved

For the loved,
No more
Darkness and fear!
Gone and stripped away by
I lay in wait for it to over take me.
Fear overwhelmed us,
But it was ripped away from our hearts.
What love we desire
Fear cannot bring.
Peace and forgiveness,
No longer
Blinded by darkness.
Forcing you to live without love.
Hatred and fear covered your eyes,
But they have been broken away.
The fruit of your trees, they are beautiful
Fight for love, do not let darkness over take you.
Take over darkness with LOVE!
badtaste May 12
I got cursed faster than
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a past torture passed
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from my fathers
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
holy ghost.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
I would rather
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with tears in my eyes
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
make one last remembrance
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on his grave with a honorable toast.
TheMystiqueTrail Sep 2018
Freeing from the shackles of the past
trickling down to a catharsis
at the slender neck of the hourglass,
the golden grains of sand
dribble down
to create my reality.

Unhurriedly they flow,
with me they flow
into the forgottenness of the past  they flow,
to rise like a Phoenix
clothed in the newness
of the present
to create a new me!
Ciel Noir Oct 2018
tick tock tick tock                                 second hand
just another                                       grain of sand
tick tock tick tock                       seconds pass
which grain                                   of sand
will be                                   the last?
spilling                    falling
like a fountain
   into a mountain
  all until  the glass is filled
and there is     nothing left to spill
tick tock tick tock                 seconds pass
like a river                               smooth as glass
tick tock tick tock                             second hand
where the water                                meets the sand
Living to die
But why?
We can't escape death even if we try
Maybe there is a way to not die an never get old,
But would you want to live forever in a world so violently cold?
Good Day Queens & Kings
I hope all is well!
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
She was sad, numb, cold, and just not into my
Not my vibe reality
The first other woman I told her I love
But her warmth, I’d console her
In my image mold her
Hatch ohhh, my evilest plans to control her
But never let go though
Keep letting her grow slow
Until she cared to join me in a stroll Through the time flow
My patience tends to run out
Like the last bit of sand
That falls oh so quickly
In a second's span
As if she is at the end
Of my life's hourglass
In order to get to her
I must conquer my past
The girl who awaits me
She, who shares the same soul
The one I am fighting for
Who stands above, on her own
The character that I long for
She, who embodies my goals
Nurtured by the love I will give her
Can't wait to see how much I've grown
Martin Heath Sep 2018
Lonesome Pine -

T'day I knelt by your Lonesome Pine
Stroked needles from your face
Lying lifeless scattered alas
Revealed rose eyes still shine

'bove limbs shadowed Heaven's staircase
Swaying gently 'midst rays
Reflecting off worn weathered steps
I begged a last embrace

Knees felt weak amongst wilted grass
Straining to shed a tear
When glanced above then b'low I stared
Sand thru an hourglass

T'day I knelt by your Lonesome Pine
Stroked your Spanish Moss hair
Tonight tears rained thru trembling hands
'longside your lonesome shrine
Grassblade Dec 2018
Wet. sand. pours. from. my. heart.
. . . .
into. a. castle. of. doomed. ambitions.
. . .
Too-quicksand. counts. each. beat.,.
. .
'til. the. terminal. grain.
leaves the partial life
The eager mind's heart races too fast.
we are sacred and scared just the same as ever
the passion and the rage never seems to dissipate
what shades and shadows shape our souls
the hourglass flowers towards never-ending spirals
humans are blessed with their own fragile memories
like spades and sparrows they dig holes and make nests in the sand
though we have escaped the trails and trellises of our transmutations
on trade-winds we still must sail to reach our destinations
Logan Robertson Apr 2017
My little deer
Is that you
peeking between the trees
peering at the stag
but your heart's
still not at ease
... time ago
a short time
a stray cupid's arrow
shot the night air
splitting your spirit in two
frightened you took off
from the foreboding
hiding in a lea
there was sun
and cloudless skies
but not really
as your insides
in a storm
in a hourglass
with sand pebbles fighting
to heal
for the best
now as you peer
between the trees
of salvation
do you hear
birds singing near a brook
... songs sung
so beautiful
in concerto
with the chipmunks, *****, crickets
then, as you take
that step forward
so lion hearted
between those
of redemption
my little deer
are there rays
of sunshine
peeking back

This poem I write with passion, mainly because the deer personifies all the women in my life that walked away.
Sammie wells Apr 2014
An hourglass figure
For an hourglass mind
Each turn of the glass
A new chapter begins
Each grain of sand
Pathways of thought
Subconsciously explore
Driving the vessel
Positive negative
In worldly battle
Tug of war

Let go of gravity
Embrace individuality
Be extraordinary!

You are your own creation!
amber Jan 26
this love is slipping away

love turns to sand
here in my hand
T Oct 2018
As I sit on the train and stare into space.......I look at the girl across from me and all I see is your face
Its true you are in my head and my heart to stay....and I know that down the line it's all gonna be ok
I get to my destination and my mind is weary so much on my plate.......and you know what here I am at the starting gate
All the things I think about my job my home, money, food, etc...and there is one thing that sticks out and that is you
The reason being is you are the only one that really matters everything else goes to the back burner this is true
People say that time is running out but the thing is the hour glass is still full
So is the love that I hold in my heart for you and that's no bull
If mountains and the castles crumble and turn into sand my love for you still burns in my heart and I will always be reaching for your hand
As the rain comes down and hits the street
You will be back by my side and only then my life will be complete
If the train slips from tracks for any amount of time
My life I will fix without any tricks or crime
So as I walk round in circles with my head full of clouds and questions
I am waiting for the higher power to make suggestions
So my body it hurts and my life a mess ....when it will change its anyone's guess
So no I kneel and I pray ...that someday soon it will be ok
#hoping and praying
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