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The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And joy have flown by.

People I loved,
Have come and have gone,
But the world never stopped,
And we all carried on.

Life wasn't easy,
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that it mattered,
Times I just didn't care.

And now as I grow older,
It's become very clear,
Things I once found important,
Were not why I was here.

And how many things,
That I managed to buy,
Were never what made me,
Feel better inside.

And the worries and fears,
That plagued me each day,
In the end of it all,
Would just fade away.

But how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.

And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my heart,
Would ultimately be,
What set me apart.

And what's really important,
Is my opinion of me,
And whether or not,
I'm the best I can be.

And how much more kindness,
And love I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
It's my time to go.


© Pat A. Fleming
I chanced upon this poem, and made some amendments to it. Sometimes I wonder: Am I using my time wisely? Or am i just wasting my time away? What else can I do to make my life more meaningful?
School gets me really caught up, and my hobbies too, so these days I hardly spent time reading God's word. I feel guilty about that, about not being consistent, about not making a lot of effort to grow my faith in Him.
I'm overwhelmed, I'm stuck in a spot. I have come to find out that I really have a passion in music, in songwriting, singing, arranging, dancing, and people say I have the looks too. I go for lessons, courses, and even have my own mini recording studio (which is coming soon). Since this year I've been pondering about whether I should go to Korea and pursue my dreams, and i'm just about the age to go there, audition and be a trainee, but there's the pros and cons. The language is not the problem, but my family thinks my dreams are just because I'm hot-headed and they seem to not support me. So whenever anyone asks me what my ambition is, I'll say that i want to be a lawyer, prosecutor, doctor etc. When will i ever be able to reveal to everyone my real ambition and dream?... God please help me to trust in Your perfect plan for me, and that opportunities will come if it is truly Your will, because after all, I'm a 13 year old

¬ to those who bothered to read my distress, thank you :)
Kellie Gray Nov 2018
Standing in a crowded room, Knowing everyone and no one.
A solitary individual; sense of impending doom.
I realise my connections
Are empty, shallow, false.
I see, in their eyes, small mirrors and woeful reflections.
Reflecting these emotions
And despite my inner pain,
I see; We all share mixed up notions:

That loneliness is for the alone.
Ron Jul 2018
Always up
Late at night
Smoke alone
Feel alright
Thoughts wander
To the great beyond
Into oblivion
Searching for a brighter Sun
Light another one
Chase away the dark
Searching for another spark
I need a little hope
I've been lacking that
Stuck on contemplating past
Choices, I've been forced to ask
Is this worth it?
Will it pass?
Am I destined or am I ******?
Enzo Jul 2018
we preach to ourselves that we could be better
when living in the current is all we do,
drowning in the sea of archetypal stereotypes, and the norm.
We're simplistic and boring,
never extraordinary just plain ordinary
life is getting duller by the moment; go drink alcohol
Alex Zhang May 2018
I sit on a bench in the middle of spring,
and absent-mindedly I tilt my head to the sky,
yet unknowingly, the sun creeps from behind
the clouds above and splashes my eyes with waves of light.

Averting my gaze from its hostile rays
I look back down to Earth
and see the crab apple petals tumble over the pavement,
falling into the cracks of the concrete.

The clock tower strikes noon
and I am brought back to reality,
the wind caresses the rough skin of my face
unworthy of the memories or reflections of others.

So that when I meet a child or a pretty woman
whose being is too soft and innocent
For my harsh appearance
I worry that to face them will taint their loveliness.

Yet I accept that this state of being is natural
no matter how menial, how painful,
and is a treasure, a reminder of my mortality,
somehow pleasant and homely, this feeling of vulnerability.

So I hope to enjoy this feeling while it lasts.
Tony Luxton May 2018
It's eighteen twenty-six,
a deserted esplanade,
no hen nights, no fish 'n chips,
an onshore wind, a wave cascade.

An observer sits at waters' edge
on a rotting timber sledge.
He's looking seaward, not watching,
not waiting, deeply contemplating.

Then he paints a picture of this place,
a record in suble water colour,
of a man on a sledge at the waters' edge.
Lorenzo Neltje Apr 2018
Listen to the birds in the morning
Take advantage while it's still cold outside
Go for a walk,
A run,
Just to leave the house
Before the day hits 40
Your eyes still droop
But you ignore the pain in your legs
That came from lack of use
The songs in your head
Replace them
From the bittersweet and violent
To celebration and victory
As you lie in your bed
Thoughts still racing
With the battles in another story
That isn't yours anymore
Right now
You haven't seen the sky so blue
In so long
It hasn't felt like autumn in months
So go out
While this world
Is still cold enough to hold you
witchy woman Mar 2018
I can't deal with this suspension
animated friction, frozen for the meantime
within the imaginary societal lines.
Sustenance within intimacy,
hangs in fragmented impermanence
as a reminder to us all
we are all victims of the human condition.

Even with memories etched within
aged smile lines, or experience
burned across cataract eyes, we cannot escape
no matter how we may try
the barrier concrete- our human mind.

In death, we struggle with our
own feeble understanding,
we lack the ability of total comprehending.

We enter this world,
soft, vulnerable- exposed
we exit this world,
in paper thin skin
stretched over fragile bones.

Regardless of the connections
we may form as we grow
we come as we go,
are born, and in likeness die,

alone.
we come as we go
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