Dark Poetry #3 |
The Hour Glass Turns |
shytownboy Junior Member
since 2003-08-06
Posts 14Chicago |
Time is Slipping. Holding onto lifes edge, but losing my grip. The things I want to do. The words I haven't said. Cut into me like a knife. And will bleed me till I'm dead. For what is future anyway. Cause when you get there it becomes the present, Then you look back and see your past has faded away. You went through your life with no goals to aim for. Like a bird with clipped wings, Having not the ability to soar. Remaing perched in someones cage. Their little pet without a name. Keeping your feet in the foundation of life. You watch as it erects itself around you. Making no impression in it, No house, No white picket fence, No kids, No wife. So as you waste yourself away, Putting off everything, Pushing things aside. Don't forget to check your watch, And see time is not on your side. DO SOMETHING!!! |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
**devina starts picking up the long-overdue laundry** (grins)...I'm goin i'm goin... you tell 'em!!! I just love the personal effect you place upon your work hun!!! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Lexia Member
since 2003-07-20
Posts 111Nowhere |
So true. I love how you place truth in your poetry, things so few of us notice. Good write, Alexia You may only be one person to the world, but you may also be the world to one person. |
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