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Elle Sang Sep 2015
Il est difficile de dire adieu
Lorsqu'on veut rester
Le temps passe
Les souvenirs s'estompent
Les gens nous quittent
Les sentiments changent

Mais le coeur n'oublie jamais
Passer à autres choses
Ne se fait pas en un jour

En quoi ça peut m'aider
À vous dire vrai
Je vois son visage
À chaque fois
Que je ferme les yeux
Que je me reveille en larmes
Parce qu'il n'est pas là


J’ai comme les idees embrouillés
Les reves et les espoirs brisés
Les yeux embués
Les poings serrés
Les jambes paralysées
Le coeur brisé


J’ai tente de t’oublier
Un bon nombre de fois
Et je n’y suis jamais arrive
French is not my maternal language so please bear with me if there is any grammatical error.
steven Aug 2015
i must settle with the
speed of sand as it
cascades onto the
heap, each particle
a memory shard
of late night chats
and broken absolute
promises, earthdrops of
silica falling frictionless without
complaint like the way we drifted apart,
the mound of regret a soft malleable thing able to
be shaken and reversed but never lessened, every
grain a lesson, a small piece of us lost among the mistakes.
Carsyn Smith Aug 2015
Hourglass cage holding me like a love,
Hold me closer, tell me of forever.
Sing to me of time, not my lack thereof,
Just lie to me with soft lips so clever.
The sands sub sole sink as the skies expand,
Stretching higher and higher as I shrink.
People are slipping through my open hands.
My tears are now sands that run when I blink --
They replenish but cannot save the past
Slipping away like my grip on the glass.
Each grain like a timer I can't outlast,
I place all my faith in falling morass.
     Grasping memories, hands, hourglass walls,
     I hang above the darkness like a doll...
          'til I simply fall.
The end is nearing, but so is the beginning.

CESmith
Jinsen Jeanne May 2015
Livin with just a little time
Left up inside the hourglass
Lonely upon my mantle
Within this lonely habitat
I haven't left for days
I haven't seen the sun since
Through the ground I saw your face
Dying within the dying light
Of the candlelight on the balcony
Receding split second in duress
To the fantasies and the dreams
Good dreams, gone nowhere
I haven't slept for years
I haven't felt touch since
Under soil I saw your face
Covered in ivy climbing
My spinal column
For debt I accrue
My interest
Is highly marked
I'm involved to the cusp of
Breaking mentally
I want heat
I want ******* sleep
Untimely
Mesmed Jausa May 2015
gby
Desert air
dry and lonely, but not
without a desperation,
blows down tired throats
with kisses, which come
rushing in,
the heat of universal grasping.

It isn’t strange
given common speeches
on hearts eaten
and hearts desired,
recounted with a coldness
born of the same places
as the heat.


But it is strange
the inability to swallow the chafing devils
making sandbags out lungs.
These will not choke the fools
who walk upon them,
even as the one eyed hermit,
whose sand scorched feet
belie his travels, cackles
“Well, at least for now."
Holly Nicole Apr 2015
Time
Slipping through my fingers
Like hourglass sands
Once to pass, never to return
Memories merely photographs;
I glance back at ribbons
Tied round fingers,
Quick thoughts of times once here
But all things fade and wither
Cycles of death take hold
And all is one day lost.
I ponder the question,
Weighing on those with recollections,
Do you remember how much
You've forgotten?
Afrodita Nestor Mar 2015
Drop by drop in a sea of sand
Lost among equal ones
You sell your soul
For a bit of time
But as seconds dwell
Your spirit dies
Your eyes get closed
And your body slows
The price is high
When you wish for more
Step by step haven’t moved
Past and present all the same
In an hourglass we are all alike
No one knows how to play the game
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
Elizabeth Shield Mar 2015
This moment won't last forever
I know it well. I feel it fading.
It rushes through my fingers like grains of sand;
But, I enjoy the sensation.

A beginning cannot be celebrated
without an end, and
A life cannot be cherished,
unless it it lived.

That is why I treasure them.
This moment, and,
all the moments we have together.

I don't think I would love you as much
without the setting of a thousand hours,
hours we spent with one another,
hanging like a starry backdrop,
behind your head.

All this time, has embossed you onto my heart.
Pressed down like a stamp, gradual but essential.
Now, you are part of who I am.

And so is this time, together, right now.

I know this moment won't last forever, but-
That is what makes it special.
Sydney Victoria Mar 2015
The River Ice Has Begun To Vanish,
Famished, It Yeilds To The Sun,
Piece By Piece Its Body
Succumbs To Ripened
Heat; Slowly It
Is Devoured By
The Current
Until It Is
Gone:
Time
Eats Away
At The Winter's
Impending Hold
On The River's Bubbling
Laughter; Sought After Due
To Its Delightful Chattering
Which Gurgles Peacefully Within The
Tender Summer Nights Beneath The Stars
Time.. What Are Your Thoughts On The Process?
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