Life is fleeting. Something I realized with aging. One moment you are 22, going out dancing, laughing with friends, pushing the bad memories down deep and living your life moment by moment with little care. Then you're 45 with family, responsibilities, a job. Time becomes constraining. You can't do whatever, whenever you want anymore. You wish to be 22 again. But time doesn't go backwards and suddenly you are 63 with more time than people and plans. Days pass slowly and memories aren't made as often. It's odd how time can drag on at the same time it is rapidly running out. You wish to be 45 again.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
And yes, it was yours. Synchronized to mine's rhythm. It was your heartbeat. +++ I had no idea that this could even happen.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
I don’t want to move out of desperation Increasing my chances of making bad decisions I rather wait for God’s provision I know He will lead me in the right direction
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
I starve myself because I feed myself through my own thoughts Not a good way to live life Not how joy stay But that’s was my old ways
You seem so happy It makes my heart and soul sing to see you like this. +++ Like blooms in winter Like sunshine at night, joy is
We may slip and stumble upon, We may want to lose the dreams we own, We may feel like we're not good enough, We may fall down in the way of a steep trough,
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
Wow, $280,000 is a lot of money With that, you could buy a lot of honey There’s so much one person would be able to buy From a brand-new BMW to a yummy Dutch apple pie
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Are you ready for what's about to happen? Are you ready for the sacrifices you'd have to make? It isn't news that this was overdue, is it?
By Harydo Neon2 years ago in Poets
Forgotten path well-travelled. Endless years Under piled leaves Drooping eves Rotted trees. Down Boundary Road Rolling towards the Bay.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
The courageous ones might not be those who simply do not fear mistakes but those who walk, using their fear as a guide, as a teacher,
By Paola Crocomo2 years ago in Poets
It's not about finding words to define Or theories to explain what's mine It's when I opened up and allowed Myself to accept what life’s endowed
To capture a star behind a black lens, grasping at glimpses of the end. Extinguishing flares cutting through time. The dazzle of life's prime,
By AAshes2 years ago in Poets
