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I'm staring blankly at the wall, Thinking of times I left, Like shadows on the floor. A face, a name, a life gone by. Still more of us each day, Are sure enough to die. Time is going by so fast.
Linger a little longer my friend, just for a little while. Linger that I may look upon you, little herald to a smile. My days on earth are numbered, I am weak, my body is frail.
I miss you already. Ten minutes gone and you're growing cold, Gone is your chance to ever be old, I miss you. A silly chance, A dare on a rainbow, Nothing playful, only honour, At that time.
~ Warning: May cause distress, so don't read if you're in doubt.
It felt scripted. As though I was a character in a story where the audience understood everything that I didn't. As though I went through the entire day before I realised where I actually was.
I read of a man who stood to speak, At the funeral of a Friend.
When my time comes I wont look down. I'll look back. And forward. I'll live every regret, every doubt I ever felt. I'll hear every insult I have ever heard. At that same time...
What is this life that has come to be. Every day a reflection of what has made me Does everyone live it. Or with the smallest tap do they slip and sigh of the edge of the map.
The campfire flickered, dancing like a nimble young girl away from the advances of the cold, biting wind. The grey-haired sentry pulled his scarlet cloak tighter around him.
Sometimes I like to watch the clock. When everything's quiet, you can hear it ticking.
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house and pour it loose through your garden.
Ok so I've just been reading in the paper about the girl who died yesterday while running the London marathon.
First I was DYING to finish high school and start college. And then I was DYING to finish college and start working. And then I was DYING to marry and have children.
They met in a park Hours before dark Speaking silly words through silence Wasting hours As their bodies turned to bone.
I ride upon the whispering wind, I float upon the musty air; I am time, and time can wait, Time is everywhere.
The old man walked in, but no-one acknowledged him.
'We traveled by train to reach the hub, watched Downtown flicker by outside the windows. Snow cascaded from the sky, and beams of morning sunlight pierced the clouds hanging between the skyscrapers.
The old man walked in, but no-one acknowledged him.
I hit the ground and wait, while above me you turn golden and slip away. The cold comes and the ground turns hard as iron.
The beauty of the world hath made me sad, This beauty that will pass; Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy To see a leaping squirrel in a tree, Or a red lady-bird upon a stalk, Or little...
Quaking with shhhivers, All snuggled in bed. Not sure if it's cooooold, Or just in my head. I pull the covers up hiigh. Chhattering teeth to stop. Thinking of hot places, the cold comes out on top.
crawl in my arms. craddle my ribs. eat my rotting heart. that no one forgives. skeletal remains. decaying long past. the maggots took flight. but they multiply fast. in a fortress of wood.
ONCE in Persia ruled a king Who upon his signet ring ’Graved a motto true and wise, Which, when held before his eyes, Gave him counsel at a glance Fit for any change or chance.
vanished friend Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone.