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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
In a blink, A moment or a day gone, Shut my eye, Years gone by, Passing quickly it’s beyond, While I think, In a dream, Of my wasted days and nights Everything And nothing, Reality fades from sight, All a dream. Gone are years, While waiting for happenings, Yet undone Not begun, Life is a pause unfolding, Without fears. Sitting here, within flowers, That are changing, with the time, Getting wet, when the showers, Start metering out my rhyme. Sitting here, within the thorns, Growing ice, time now winter, Snowing now, on the path worn, Passerby’s feet don’t enter Staying gone, from my garden Knowing now there’s no flowers, Nothing here, lonely I am Blanket white, the cold’s power. Melting comes with my sloth ways, Rushing passed with many days. Icy white, Coatings with the wind blown snows, Swirling ride To walls side, Deepening as darkness grows, Snows all night. White lashes, Snow coated in a day’s night, Clearing blinks, And time winks, Waiting brings back sun so bright, Snow passes. Blooms come back, Just like they did yesterday, Here once more, As before Was it a year or a day, White or black. Slothfully I have watched all the events, Passing by Blinking eye, All the things to never went, The sloth me. Gloom |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Now lay down that pen and go participate in the happenings and even create some of your own and then come share those with us. This was a wonderful read and it is so easy to just watch the world pass by and then wonder where the time went. The only way to slow it down is to make YOUR time faster. Great penning. A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. author unknown |
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angelswing Senior Member
since 2000-02-10
Posts 705United Kingdom |
Hi there, great poem, i think the years havent been wasted, just invested into the talent that you pocess . I know how you feel though, 17 and I've already had a mid-life crisis a year ago, wow i'm gunna be dead when I'm 34 . - ouch, we both better get on and do all the things we want to do . Thanx a lot . Soz to be depresing . L.of.L. Tom . Don't try, do or do not, there is no try . - Master Yoda - |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Mark For me, the pen is my happenings, These words are what I have to offer as if the were actually events, thus giving me motions. I am pleased that you liked my penning, And would like to find away to do things faster. Although, what is time but a reflection of our memories to the past And the projection of our hope into the future. Thank you, angelswing, Your words are kind. At almost three times your age, I feel that the biggest midlife crisis is what to eat for lunch, Being as I don’t know when the end is till it’s over, The middle can’t be determined. There is a waiting for death we all have, the view point changes Moment to moment of lives. Time is just the moments, the now. Moments of liveliness, moments of sleepy dreams, the moments of pain, Which is the middle? And don’t worry about depressing me, After all I am Gloom |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
I'm glad you can let go so quickly... But I think it's a lie or you wouldn't write the way you do... Nevertheless God made you to be you... Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner is my delight. -Marge Tindal |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Lucky, For the response, not sure what you think I have a hold of To let go, but I hold nothing too tightly. Yes, God made me to be me, Just as he make all of us to be ourselves, What ever the fate. Gloom |
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