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avalon Dec 2017
can you feel yourself dying?  
do you feel the earth as it burns
as it's turning, twisting
and spiraling so violently
the friction sends sparks
into galaxies? can you taste
the life as it's leaving you?
as it's rippling out of your
fingers and snatching the breath
that's knocked out of you?
do you cringe as your edges
are singed by the fire
surrounding you? as the oceans
subside and the planet decides
that erosion's
just your
point of view.
Qweyku Sep 2018
Time is...
a gift, barely examined
a present, rarely opened
locked away in a strong box
its key cobwebbed under
the dust of procrastination.

In disbelief
we feign ignorance  
mentally banking cheques
signed:'all the time in the world'

Yet we drink reflectively
from warm comforting
fragile glazed cups
filled with the brazen solution:
'no time like the present'.

Perhaps we all 'need a break'...
_______
'in a jiffy' may be too late.

© Qwey.ku
Jeff Gaines Mar 2018
Hello everyone,

  I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!

  I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?

  The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback.

Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines

Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world

  Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well!

  Wish me luck!
Big, Biggest Love,
        Jeff Gaines
Sad as it may be ... Sometimes bad news can actually make you an even better person.

I want to thank CementPoet for showing me how to have the courage to post this. Read him here:

https://hellopoetry.com/ConcretePoet/
Have you ever wondered about your own mortality? What is ahead of you in the depths of Limbo while you continue to wait for a 'judgement day'?

Humans are vulnerable to such thoughts obstructing their minds. Everything becomes clouded before it turns into a blur. Then you are no longer.

Mortals spend their time going through a routine while we cast down to watch, much to our dismay.

You never know what fate has in store for you, so don't complain. Do not fret nor worry. Time is all that matters. The twisted hands of two for to forever interlock in the dance of Death and Life. Never shall such beings intervene.

Raven eyes set bright and clear as snow on nights of ice and dew.

Ebony feathers drop with a platinum glow amongst their linings against the lighting of the moon.

A ****** crystal and cerulean gem that shine so bright together even if it isn't natural for such shades.

Balanced, are the world of the living and the world of spirits. Pureness and corruption are never to overcome one another. Balance is key and the key is a truth you still have yet to find.
Knit Personality Aug 2015
I have here a soda I want you to try,
And if you don't try it you're going to die!
    The magic blue potion is certain to please:
This fizziest soda is 30 degrees,
And will be forever, yet never will freeze.
Pop off the cap, it will sit there forever,
Retaining its freshness for ever and ever.
Forever will wait this elixir for you,—
This perfect imitation of blue Mountain Dew.
     A sip for eternity's all that you need
To be from mortality severed and freed,—
To forever be free to savor the flavor
Of Dew, (a heaven for the Mountain Dew craver!)
But since I desire to be a good model
Of courtesy, always I offer the bottle.
     So, go on and try it, and see, if you will,
How long is forever.  Be careful.  Don't spill.

O.O
Jordan Rowan Dec 2015
Being aware of mortality is the greatest gift we have
Never forget that this precious thing ends
And with that in mind and if you remember that
On nothing but love will your life depend
Tommy Randell Aug 2017
Should've
Would've
Could've
Don't leave your Life
On a Shelf
In a cupboard
Okay, a re-write from last week's 'Life Has a Use by Date'
I feel this is better. If I knew how to 'centre' it in BOLD I would
SomeOneElse Nov 2018
Would you miss me would you cry
If suddenly I were to die
How would you remember me
And would you write me poetry
Would you miss our daily chats
And all the fun that we begat
Would you have any regrets
Would you wish that we had met
Would you keep me in your heart
Remembering my works of art
Would you mourn your special friend
If suddenly my life would end
Contemplating my life and mortality with regards to my friends
Izlecan Oct 2018
Thou tangle the mortality
And seek the mourning of its course,
With an outrageous cloak  that falls adrift
To have its custom afloat.
The decorations,  thereof flatters this turmoil
That has its doubts and moments,
A longevity beheld upon the chores of the subject,
Never cognizes its everlasting trials,
For those of which handles the elation
Of successive falsification.
I know not of the clumsiness of hymns,
That sighs the mourning of a course,
The chaotic iteration of single pauses
And the faltering of a mere *****.
I know not of the turmoil
That bedecks the frostbitten clavicles,
Onto which no sigh wavers
A petition of no faze and any dome.
I know not of the cloak
That nestles around a haze;
Bringing confusion that betrays every vivid sense.
Let it be the matter, ‘tis a matter of time(!)
Would it morph itself around the mourning mould,
When it dries away with the mud?
Tommy Randell Dec 2017
Living is repetition in the flesh and in the bones,
The season of growth ending with the forest newly combed.

Repeated days of dry not dry then wet,
The fields knowing the dark to come drawing breath.

Fog laying over the hills like lovers' arms in bed.
Frost paving our dreams, carpets of spider webs.

It is what it is and I am happy to feel the bite
Of the wind's teeth on my cheek as I age into night.

It will be what it wants to be this Life as it spins,
It will be everything and then it will be nothing -

But what goes on into my future only this I know,
What goes on of me after my Life, is not flesh but bones.
Logan Robertson Aug 2018
The knife of life carves indiscriminately without warning
said the runts of the pumpkin patch now lined in mourning.
A farmer plucked biggest one, cutting vine, as the runts cried
a black harvest, Mama being carted off, as she died.
Sad black crows circle the day and night sky abreast and stressed
as the winds of fate wielded its teeth at the oppressed.
A blur of orange is all the crows saw amongst the quivering patch
as the farmer tiptoed the pasture wide-eyed on getting his ******.
Now at the hour of her death angels play harps of fruition
in wake of the wide-eyed farmer's wayward act of abscission.
Billows of black smoke followed, taking to the ominous  skies
as the incinerator took matters in its own hands as she lies.
Then all that was left were the ashes and whispers of the past,
a eulogy, as her quivering kin sat in the storybook downcast.
Pages cried out, tears filled the chapters of a great pumpkin patch
her roots holding each on the vines with love that's hard to match.
No day came off, of a jack-o-lantern smiling in a window frame
for in this family house cancer snatched mothers life just the same.

Logan Robertson

8/4/2018
Hannah Christina Jul 2018
why must time progress??
i need to take a rest
each falt'ring sentence brings
me closer to my death
Brick by brick
stone by stone
I have built myself up
denying the inevitable
that all things
great
and small
fall
when it is their time
that mortality is the flutter
of a moth
so brief and sudden
fleeting even
an elusive thief we avoid
until it robs our home
and there are no riches that can
buy the hand of death
it strikes as it pleases
reaps those who sow
and sows those who reap.

-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
the trees lost to me as I
reach underneath to pick myself back from
the cold hard depths of
deaths satisfactory grasp
I continue to reach for a blooming
rose that is all too pure to reach
I settle for a bit of grass
wandering around the new fountain
of this old, new town
I reach for the image of my love
grasping and pulling,
she vanishes into the blackest waters of a now old fountain of my youth
I now look out for a sign of fellow “being”
I grab my neck thinking of new ways to comfort myself
in the black lagoon of this broken white marbled fountain
sleeping underneath the old broken tree
reminded of my youth I make a plea
A plea for the old, the weak, and all those beneath
I plead for my love, she now carries my knees
for me time stands still and I'm not strong willed
broken and still, the world moves without me
they find the truth and everyone leaves
I've made my peace with it and grew well
I'm not young, no longer in a shell,
but I still believe in my own personal hell
lost more memories today
PoserPersona Feb 7
How sad the trees be
when winter comes as fall leaves
and the flowers die

What consolation
is Venus’s forsaken
yielding spring to rise?

For once staring death,
summer fastens by a breath
and the flowers die

Yet made to know doom,
trees tither the chance to bloom
yielding spring to rise
Justus Aug 2018
I liked quirky women
It was easier to breathe around them
Their irregularities gave me something to watch, whether it was entertaining or simply odd
The ones that fully embraced that quality were the most radiant
Looking at the them was almost the same as looking into the sun
They gave me insight as to what I was lacking
Embracing their warmth gave me balance
I gladly take the backseat to them to this day
My place is observing from the side
I like for my vanity to be silent
The only issue with them—women in general—is that they have a need for constant communication and affirmation and affection
In the beginning, it’s more tolerable because everything is new and exciting
Then comes the inevitable: I get tired
Their quirks have become predictable, and their conversations dull
One week I’m deeply infatuated, then after the experiment becomes a process, the next couple weeks drag by with each day seeming to last years
That’s when I withdraw
Phasing out of a fifty year long commitment of love and charity, like the coward I am, then drifting back to the safety of solitude until the cycle repeats itself
I’m a dog
I’m a loner
One of these days I’ll have to pick one
But it won’t be today, and certainly not tomorrow

Sometime.
Red Brush Nov 2018
The horizon calls me home
I walk alone to it, silent.
My feet swollen yet stubborn
Take me true to my home.
Am I a knight of penance, or -
A **** for ill fates to vent?
I'll never know, I know, but still
I walk to that light - my end.
Marla May 24
The world around us may be on the verge of extinction,
But our paradise remains very much intact.
Though 400 bombs inch closer with each ticking second,
Getting lost in your eyes makes me forget how to act.
I love the heat of your breath hitting my face
As the flames near the point of our embrace,
How your arms hold me when I'm afraid
And help me keep my mind in grace.
I love you, my dear, more so than anything I've adored.
I will hold you forever dear, not a single moment to be ignored.
Kiss me now, darling, kiss me into eternal bliss.
The light is blinding and my heart simply can't resist...
Chris Neilson Nov 2018
I'm a clean healthy living bloke
I don't drink and I don't smoke
consuming my quota of 5 a day
fruit and veg are here to stay

I've got serious health issues you see
I've been unwell, between you and me
but I still play the hand I'm dealt
whether standing, sitting or even knelt

No woe is me or sympathy sought
against many misfortunes I've fought
I owe it to those who love me dearly
cheerily supportive when I'm weary

They suggest I write in a rhyming style
to lift the reader and let them smile
life's departure lounge has many exits
don't leave them still talking about brexit
Empire Jun 9
I suppose
In my sudden
And terribly jarring realization
That I am, in fact, human
I was struck by how utterly terrifying
Being human is
And not just fear of mortality
But the understanding
Of what I am capable of
And I’ve since learned
That once perfection is no longer an option,
Everything else becomes
Horribly intriguing
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