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Lunar Oct 2016
what if
we were meant to be
in another lifetime
but i had known you
sooner or later
than i should have?

would loving you now
still be a valid reason
to relive the sooner
and to anticipate the later?
hello, this is a refined version of the 'predestined [20 word]' poem i did back then. i think i like it better now. enjoy! :)

9/13 of the Pocketry Series.
Trevon Haywood Sep 2016
15 years later, the America has changed forever.
And it's sad to see airplanes destroying the World Trade Center, The Pentagon in Washington D.C. and even 1 airplane landing down in Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
As we pray for memories for those who were killed in the 9/11 attacks on this tragic day, we will never forget you, your friends and your family for the past couple of years.
So, from now on, things will soon to be changed for next year and we are promise this will never happen again in Massachusetts for a very long time.

Anonymous. 9/11/2016.
Poem dedicated to those who were killed in the 9/11 attacks 15 years ago.
Poetic T Sep 2016
I walked in my mind and still I wore the features
upon my face standing in this lingering palce
******* the life out of  my life.

As if time was non linear in this place. Could it
have only been momentarily swaying like the
crest of a wave I swear its going backward now.

I had to climb out of my thoughts as my feet had
created a gorge of boredom and I swear in that
time unknown drooling down my face.

Greeting reality I feel the wetness and my eyes now
in focus of my surroundings. I quickly wipe my
face,  this line is an eternity that moves no where.

I walk out as in slow motion ascended to normal
time I hear "Checkout 3 now open, I would have been
the next in place... I walk onwards boredom now rage.
Julie Grenness Sep 2016
Should I procrastinate now?
I really don't know how,
Time to procrastinate later,
Time is our life manipulator,
Yes, I'll write this now out-of-dater,
Plenty of time to procrastinate later.
Feedback welcome.
Gloria Burns Apr 2016
When is tomorrow?  
When tomorrow comes it will no longer be tomorrow
When tomorrow comes it will be today

What is later?
When later comes it will no longer be later
When later comes it will be now

But you can't say I'll do it today and then do it tomorrow
That would be a lie

You can't say I'll do it now and then do it later
Then you would be cheating yourself.

Or are you

Because if tomorrow becomes today
And if you say you'll do it today
But you do it tomorrow
Then you held true to your promise

Because if later becomes now
And if you say you'll do it now
But you do it later
Then no one can say you're wrong
Albern Stark Jan 2014
I sold you my dreams tonight,
That was me hiding in another life,
Somewhere between worthless and priceless,
Eyelids twitch as the torment unravels,
Sleep well and deep,
Fall and fly; run and hide,

Last night you bought my past,
Stories seem so small and distant,
The characters all ghosts of a passing age,
Lost to a dazed fading mind,
Don’t pity me here,
Old stories; float away,

Tomorrow I will sell you my hopes,
Hold them gently; they crush easily,
That was me hoping for the light of day,
Fists clenched and blinded,
Embrace my future,
Open eyes; arms wide,

My heart is yours; it always has been,
Not sold but given away, (maybe thrown)
Wrap it up to keep it warm and safe,
My gift to you on credit,
Unconditional yet fragile,
Buy now; pay later.
Makenzie Marie Dec 2015
Fasten your seatbelt
Tuck your baggage away
And in case of emergency
follow steps A, B, and C
in that pamphlet nobody reads.

Was there an "in case of" pamphlet I didn't bother to see?
Like in case you have to say goodbye, follow steps x, y, and z?

Why doesn't love come with a warning label? Like if you remove part A, part B will not run as efficiently.

Today I boarded a plane
And I flew away (from you)
Which is the same thing.
Because we're two parts of a whole and nothing is whole When its parts are apart.

I can try to self deceive
Repeating that you're just right here down the hall and when I wake up in the morning it'll be to you jumping on my bed and literally dragging me out of it.

But I know that you're days away and that's a hard thing to know because I know you. (And I love you.)

And now I'm lying in bed trying to figure out how long "soon" is and how to measure the distance between now and "later" when I see you again.
Hanna Kelley Nov 2015
"see you later "
                              Is a promise.
      While
                  
"good bye"*
                                        Is a precaution.
You never know when its the last time you'll see somebody.
Liam C Calhoun Aug 2015
Her words fell
Like the limbs of a
Dandelion
Departed;
Once a breath per
Echoed meme
And come another dream
With every
Feather’s frolic.

The lips within this
Captured moment
Flutter and fall,
Dismal and drunk,
Like the butterfly prior winter;
An excuse,
And she deserved better.

So to, I’ve learned to meander
One
Simple
Breath,
Be it the gasp, “final,”
Parallel and the very same
She’d blow and blow and
Scatter seed with.

And I’d love her
Just as much,
If only years ago,
But now carry forth,
Lash atop knowing “flee,”
Merely inched
And adjusted winds.

It’s a “later”
Sort of tale atop tongue,
And idea coined “alive,”
Albeit moments before born,
So much closer to
“Never-end,”
Resonant, if only –

Her dandelion’s dream
And soon to be later patches
Green;
Come the grass,
Come the amnesia,
Come the cold,
Oh girl!
Come the day we both knew
I’d leave.
It was so cold that very day I'd left Tokyo, frigid the day I'd left you.
Alejandro Jul 2015
Will of a man, a new world
thriving on her light, no shadow is cast
once upon my memory
The ones seared onto my skin
I still feel her bright starlight shine upon me

She stands in an empty crowd
only out shining them all
no matter how hard I try
she blinds my world
shining from beyond

The memories of her blind my mind
I was born a stranger
no matter how hard I tried
I'll never be able to call her mine
The rivers that rise, never overflow

I am far in the lonely dark abyss
having lived from the memories of her
the world still feels her from nothing
no where to be seen, gone forever
it's amazing how powerful a memory is.
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