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There are plenty more hours, Plenty more days, Plenty more leaving, And too many stays. There's a lifetime of ticking, A century of clocks, Minutes of waiting, Years on the rocks.
Hello again, and today is Friday, March 8, 2013. Sometimes I look back in time, or at least the short amount of time that I've been alive, and see how in life out of all the enemies, time is the...
Time passes so quick- Every passing minute, Every tick, tick, tick - The days hurry past, In hours barely seen, Seconds fly fast - Where have they been.
Her little face looks out on nothing A simple carving of her visage Watching without looking at our lives, Swimming past in some mirage Of hours and weeks and months, Passing by, tear-stained.
Another week has ended, Another week begins. By the end of this one, I hope My good deeds will outweigh my sins. This chapter's halfway over, The page now I must turn.
Yesterday was just as unknown as today. And tomorrow is unknown as today. Yesterday is now gone. Today is still on. And tomorrow my today might be all wrong. Yesterday turned out not so bad.
Inspired by two words on a poem written by hingaling "Collaborating clock" She is slouched in the ward waiting,whilst the clock ticks as the sound resonates, across the silent room It is her proof...
Hello again and today is Tuesday, January 15, 2013. Here's a poem I wrote about time. Enjoy.
I turned on the evening news. Saw a old man being interviewed. Turning a hundred and two today. Asked him what's the secret to life. He looked up from his old pipe.
Ticking of the padded second rolls by like a humming bee, That moves so fast, Yet still in time, frozen like ice, The minutes and seconds grow in attention and speeds up, we notice, Damage, erosion,...
All we were And all we had Have faded to A sepia photograph, Snapshot of a Perfect summer love, Tinged, burned, By time and distance, Corners furled, Premature ageing Of our hearts, Though we hold on...
#colour 'Come with me', he said, 'and I'll take you to a place Where fear and pain and loneliness can gently be replaced You may well be on your knees, but I will help you stand All you have to do...
~Just a little piece I wrote in English.
Another month passes by. Pages fly off the calendar, What I thought Was yesterday seems so far. Memories fly by, Slipping through my hands. I only remember some, Short strands.
She falls and pleads, She falls and prays She falls and begs, Throughout the days. She sits and cries, She sits and weeps, She sits and sobs, Throughout the weeks.
Autumn is coming I can feel it in the air. Suddenly seeing Halloween crap everywhere. Summer hasn't even started yet. It's always been so very wet. Happiness seems hard to find.
#youngwritershousehold @littleone Days go by, Months, years, I write my plans, My hopes, my fears. I tick off days, That zoom past, This thing called time, It goes so fast.
There was once a clockwork army man His heart was rusted round the edge. He watched his brother, Tin Soldier, burn As he sat upon the window ledge.
Ten days to go and counting, With every day the pile un-mounting, Nine days to go and ticking, The clock's arrows slowly blinking. Eight left to deal, Hoping time will pass like an evening meal.
The clock ticks on creating a past, why oh why does it have to be so fast. The seconds turn to minutes, minutes turning to hours.
Stop a moment.. Wait and hush - Do you hear the steady rush Of seconds fleeting... Burning up. I try to scoop them in my cup; Moments dribble From my eyes... No time for tears. Don't sympathise.
Childhood Faded away,. to a far away land,. simple, so simple were we,. Days of Play,. Going our Way,. Having fun, no care,. for another day,. time for us stood still,. playing king of the hill.
September till April, My soul empty, Crushing black hole, My life a void, On hold. Waiting, Minute by minute, Feeling each second, Ripping my heart, Tearing me in Two directions.
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.