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Rebel Heart Aug 2017
Meeting you was a breath of fresh air
A new beginning
And a chance to forget the past

Little did I know our time was limited
The clock ticking
The sands escaping every moment in our hourglass
You never know when the person you meet might disappear, so hold them close and hold them tight and the longer they'll last...
(I miss you my one and only forever best friend and I'm crying just thinking about you)... ~BM
H Phone Aug 2017
Tick tock
Goes the clock
Held under key and lock
Unwavering like a rock
See?
No time to take a seat
Every second is a beat
Every lifetime is a song, feat
The one and only Father Time
Every hour is a rhyme
day a line
month a verse
I want to curse
At the breakneck flow of the sand
Through the hourglass
That’s the palm of his hand
I want this tune to stop
I want the mic to drop
I want gravity to disappear
So that time could be suspended here
Ako Jul 2017
Hourglass he holds 
Engraved "TIME" on the woods 
He walks, door to door 
Without any odor 
Unwanted 
Yet 
Tired 
I welcome him.
went inside the hourglass to pull apart
the flakes of sand and what was found
inside had passed since the time
needed was just spent.

walked along the acrobats
and models so of course right now
there comes a gap to have to get across.

a rope swing can only break when it’s
       tugged too hard // cut by the stars
the veins down my arms have traveled
too far

but,
with a good shelter,
nothing seems so bad.
Vikram sikki Jul 2017
Don't talk to me
Ye vanity
Cladding truth in urbanity

Expressions left to emojis
For Conversations we type
Reassuring through selfies
Relationships through swipes

Get drenched in rain
Get scorched in Sun
Quiver once in a while in pain
Drain out after a run

Get in a fight in real
Burst off of sorrow
Then you ll know what matters
It's today not tomorrow

Let go
Let go
O please
Let go
The veneer of sophistication
The hope of impression
Smiling through frustration
And short term-fad salvation

And if not
Never blame it on generation
For We took the turns
and We paved the path
We are here for what we chose
And we only ll be wondering at last

we always had a choice
Always...
We are sold to the times. We are owned and fed.
Mike Virgl Jun 2017
Sand may hide bodies
only remembered by few
only haunting one
Debanjana Saha Apr 2017
I got a sand timer
30 seconds it counts
with a fascination on my face
appeared all across.
My colleagues said keep it with you
which made me way too much happier
than I could actually show..

My childhood fascination
of possessing an hour glass
preoccupied in my mind somewhere
but remains on hold..

How sand counts the time
flowing from top to bottom
Time flies we all know
but gazing at the sand timer
as sand flowing down like water
is a complete bliss
which stays unmeasured
at times!
Time flows by...
M Harris Apr 2017
Elemental Metamorphosis & Transcendental Milestones,
Sempiternal Origamis Of Her Temperamental Clones,

Spiraling Perpetuities & Her Sacrosanct Fortitude,
Procreating Tipsy Ruptures In Her Permeating Solitude,

Perplexed Momentum & Her Outlandish Constellations,
Nuclear Decay Of Her Masked Radiations,

Verbal Shadows & Her Tranquil Ascendance,
Encasing Her Tears In Liquefied Transcendence,

Yearning Oddities & Entropic Oceans,
Vitalizing Inexorable Emotions Into Phosphorescent Potions,

An Hourglass Existence Of Her Fabricated Virility,
Dwelling In Quantum Ascents Of Ardent Agility,

Silver Ghosts Of Her Prismatic Abyss,
Convicting Glass Houses In Her Ecstatic Bliss,

Telepathic Shades & Hollow Palisades,
Detrimental Novelists On Uncharted Crusades,

Pernicious Scars In Her Profound Gaze,
Erupting Genesis Inside Her Dimensional Maze,

Perplexed Periphery & Digital Fictions,
Annexed By Her Hourglass Depictions,

Breakdown Sanity & Her Concealed Screams,
Lifelike Dewdrops In Her Visionary Dreams,

Satellite Searchlights & Love//Less Progenic Mutation,
Paralyzed Sunlight Sparking Genetic Alteration,

Monochromatic Streams & Cinematic Realms,
Static Screams Of Her Toxic Schemes.

- 05:43 AM -
Kathleen M Mar 2017
I am the last grain of sand in the hour glass. I await the fall.
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