Submitted by Gabriel R. Paez
Write a story or poem involving the passage of time.
This could manifest as narrative time jumps, through aging characters, or even as a change in the environment.
I know some of us have grown up to fast
To where there’s not much fun in childhood pasts
I know this because I am one
And I wish I had a little fun
But now when I look back
I just imagine what I could’ve had if I
Didn’t spend all my time trying
To be enough
Laughing insults off
Talking to adults instead of kids my age
I would try to be tough
So I would be one people looked up to
Now where has...
She watched out the window,
Watched as the sun rose.
Glistening drops on grass blades,
Soaking her in her woes.
The sun soon reached high noon,
Kissing the tallest cloud.
She watched as it melted her love,
Her cries weren’t heard aloud.
Evening came like graceful cats,
Smooth and slow and stern.
Watching she was as it hide her shame,
For which he desired and yearned.
The moon was hidden in the ...
Machines radiating rumbles,
We can offer you the best deal
Our staff may give dazed mumbles,
But, We assure you, it’s all real
Haven’t slept in three days?
That’s exactly our business
Have too many assignments in the way?
No need to be helpless
We can sleep for you!
This technology is our savior
Just hook up and feel new
Transfer dreams to a ‘sleep neighbor’
Confirm right here, on-top thi...
A long time ago
I can remember when I was a young boy
I’d play all day and whisk away to the music my mother would play
The abc’s and 123’s were all the burdens life had on me
And I could almost taste the warmth of mother liberty.
But I grew up, and times have changed
That young boy was lost to my age
And politics consumed my brain
And tax’s that I had to pay
And then two kids
And a mortgage...
It all started the year 1999 it was a hot summer in Florida. There was enough sweat to start a lake. I josh, was 23 had a fiancée she was Nicole. I woke to be in sweat. It dripped over my eyes eyes to make my vision odd, or it was just from my awake. I stumbled around the house looking for Nicole. I saw y-her and she was looking at bills. Her long thick hair swayed as she turned around to look at ...
We bought the chair
We were so young
Brand new and beautiful
Our first “together” object
We kept it
Year after year
When we moved
When we changed
Somehow it became a symbol
The sign our love was still there
Even when the times were hard
Even when life was being unjust
We kept it
Year after year
Even when the living room
Didn’t match anymore
And when our baby arrive
We snuggle in that chair
An imagination unconfined
And undisturbed by ceaseless time
Is something rare indeed to find
As we start to age
When someone offers up for trade
Youth and wonder for an 8 hour day
The mind can seem to be unmade
Replaced by obligation
I reflect back on the youthful me
And my current daily drudgeries
Until there’s something bitter in me
And I put the thought away
What on earth, is...
Immortality is great. Except watching the world go by, watching your family die. And that war comes and goes. I also moved into my house when it was surrounded by trees, now surrounded by skyscrapers and cell towers. And so much time has gone by yet so little has improved. Again weapons get deadlier and deadlier, sure that’s great for the beholder, but anything around it can be cleared in seconds....
I’ve been here ever since I can remember. I was just a young sapling growing up alongside this bustling growing city. I’ve seen the magic thrive here . I’ve seen it come to life all around me.
I would never have known how much time had passed if not for my location. I feel like I’ve seen it all with no end in sight. I’ve seen generation after generation and will continue to do so as long as ...
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