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AM Feb 2016
The clock has stopped its tock
and it is my heart you've locked
I press rewind just to love you
why don't you love me too?
each second, minute, hour
I want it back again as ours
cause the clock has stopped its tock
and it is my heart only you can unlock
Pastell dichter Sep 2015
The watchmen sits at the darkest hour waiting for the morning shower.
aniket nikhade Nov 2015
Everything you know and all that you have learnt in the past,
one thing will always be there to remember, never forget the past.

Lessons learnt in the past need to be recalled, revised and remembered
No one knows,
no one can tell,
no one can predict,
when the need of the hour arises,
when it becomes necessary to recall and remember a thing from past.

True, absolutely true
A thing from past better remain in the past, but that also means never forget the past.

Always remember all that is important from the past,
never erase and forget everything about the past.
No one knows when a thing from past will come to rescue in the present.

When you learn new things
When you try all the time to remember something in a different way
Always remember one thing, everything belongs to the present
So no need to worry about the future.

It’s important to keep learning
Important to keep in mind that over a period of time the present will become a thing of past,
the future will then become present and everything will change simultaneously.

So whatever you have learnt and all that you know,
Better keep in mind and always remember
Nothing lasts forever.

Neither the past, nor the present and also in the future things will remain different
So even with all the changes that have taken place in the present as well as in the future, always remember, never stop learning new lessons.
It's Time Again to Learn Something New - A New Lesson Begins..........
aniket nikhade Nov 2015
Let it go along with the flow
Let it go out and go away
As and when, whenever the right moment of time comes it's always better to act according to the need of hour
Never think of anything else at that point in time.

Let all the anxiety, anxiousness, curiosity and thoughtfulness
Let everything go along with the flow
Let it go out and go away
Always try to be a part of the present moment
Let everything go out and go away from the mind where each and everything gets gathered one by one
Each and every element gets worked out, one after another

Let it go along with the flow
Let it go out and go away
Once and for all
Let it go along with the flow.
Tysheanna Oct 2015
How do I mend a broken heart?
My entire world has fallen apart
How do I find hope in a brand new day?
When my family is keeping secrets from me I should have known my mother should have told me I can't believe the secrets they kept from me (its alright) it had to come to the light maybe not this way but it will be okay and what do you say to a child with a broken heart?
But it will be alright in the morning I said it will be alright in the morning
I wish I knew the day, hour, time my mother love went away I hope my mom will be okay I hope she find her way
I still love her even though the pain
Umm but I got to come back to me but I wish I knew the day, hour, time my mom went a astray
But it's alright its okay I will make it somehow
I wish I wish I wish I wish I knew but it will be alright in the morning.
Pep Sep 2015
The years crept slowly
their light casting, crawling
with open arms to the now
amorous perspective
And the flowers bloomed to this
and the grass bled green to this
and the rivers distilled to this
and moved to unended oceans
So we were thinking of
the staggering of our hips
when repeatedly our lips
met in something...
so desperately called love
It’s an overused word
shot forward as one of many stars
across our hand painted skies
above these splitting shards
over this that “never dies”
Golden hour forever full beauty
shadows holding poses until me
and you take a little moment
to look at our time spent
And my trembling lips
halt our staggering hips
to breathe amongst the stillness
and gather such willfullness
to continue our gaze towards the clouds
Golden our time has been
But it was only an Hour of time.
AJ James Sep 2015
Pink wisps
      thin, like cotton candy,
f
l
o
a
t

softly around my skin.

I         s           n
             p    i  

under the expansive, lucid
sky.
    


S     i    g   h.



Air flows in and from
     my  lungs.

Hung in the depth of the horizon
sits a mountainous,
golden
               sun.

I run (run, run and run),
            quick to catch a lick
   of the warmth

into my mouth so it

f
i
l
l
s

me
      
to the seams.

Light      b     e     a    m    s
from my f
                    i
                       n
                           g
                               e
                                  r
                           ­          s
Yellow air lingers
on
my tongue.

I           t                   l
               w          r
                       i
'til
I am

             unstrung.

Lunge! Forward and fast,
Make this
f
   a
d
   i
n
   g
moment     l     a     s    t.

Past the horizon,

the
sun

s
i
n
k
s

low to edge of the ground.
   
    I found
my meaning
in       the      gleaming
              l i  g h t
that beats so   b r i g h t.

I use all of my height to jump and grasp

the last pink wisp
    that kiss(es) my lips.

"'Til tomorrow",

I whisper to the now
dark sky.

I'll keep my head held
up
     high,

             for this this just a temporary

"goodbye".
Teczboi Jun 2015
is this it...
my rush to an 8x8 cubicle
9 hours of mind numbing minutiae
my penance for a manicured, 4 bedroom, 3 level slice of suburban heaven
then my mind reviews all I've seen in my life
and I say
small price to pay.
One particularly dreadful morning on my way to work, as my bus hurtled at 70mph down the packed freeway, I wrote this.
Tommy Carroll May 2015
The hour is slim!
This is the tangled time,
the time that heavy
with want
becomes the jaws
for open thighs.
Her tasty flesh renders
the cleft of wet truth.
Persephone can slake,
can shatter my ache,
when,
enthralled against
the serpent earth
with
legs knotted,
we
lay tangled in ancient ruin.

re-edit
words  Tommy Carroll
Eve May 2015
The year of the downfall
The year of the broken
The month when every human built walls
The month when returned with pride every token
The week of the undying lust
The week of the of the pardons of the unjust
The day the skyscrapers fell
The day the dirt started to rot
The hour of the broken majestic bell
The hour of your first cut
The moment of truth
The moment of dead roots

Those are nothing,
Nothing,
Compared to
     That moment I lost you.  ~~

-fir.m
^_^ p.s nothing too personal
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