She wonders how lonely

He must be

This keeper of time

This relic of the past

That if he always stood watching

Or if once in the early years

He was free to wander the forming earth

Get lost in creating new tides

Wonder at the miracles being created

She wonders what it is life

Knowing that life goes on for so long

Yet alway being stuck, rooted in one place....

Isn’t it funny that when something and happens

even though it feels like the end

everything continues

the sun still shines

the birds still chirp

you’re still breathing

in and out

your hearts not really broken

it just feels like it is

It’s awful and maddening

you just want to scream and sob

The world should be ending

You can see it splitting

Right down the middle

Time is slowing...

The boss—Alex—and the maid—Alecia—both Bestfriends tried to hide their feelings, but tension always bubbled up.

“Sir,” Alecia said, walking into his office.

“You can have a break.” Alex said.

“Thank you,” She bowed.

“Why don’t you come sit?” Alex’s friend said flirtatiously.

“Yes, please, sit.” Alex chimed in.

“Okay,” She adjusted herself onto the seat.

“This is my maid, Alecia.”

“You ...

Time

Once here

Now gone

Time

Once mine

Now forever lost

Time

A life long prison

I’ll never escape from

Time

I’m losing it

But did I ever really have it?...

(Not free-verse… the rhymes just felt right)

How many hours in a day

For they’re not ours to keep

One cannot own what isn’t truly there

Yet still for the loss we weep

Why slippery things

I failed to grasp thy tail

But for my struggles I’ve nothing to show

Only broken dreams and broken nails

I slipped on the tracks

I got sucked under the speeding train

Drip

drop

the

...

The train rumbles on, steel wheels,

Carving through the night,

each clickety-clack a beat,

In the symphony of motion.

Outside, the world blurs,

a smudge of ever-changing landscapes,

A world of secrets hidden in the folds.

The rhythm lulls me, a steady hand,

Rocking me to sleep. Yet my mind,

Races, chasing wisps of thoughts that flit and dodge.

I close my eyes, and dreamscape,

Unfolds, a kaleid...

I am but a hollow stone,

Frozen in time's unyielding march,

A monument to what never was,

Nor ever will be.

I am but an empty shell,

An urn, forsaken and abandoned,

Upon life's mantelpiece,

Within me lie the ashes

Of the girl I once embodied.

I stand, trapped and paralyzed,

A ghost among the living,

On this infinite carousel,

As the world spins around me,

Rotating in indifference,

Round...

What am I thinking about?

I’m thinking about Lana Del Rey.

I’ve been listening to her a lot lately.

I’m thinking about spring,

And how it’s crept up on me.

I’m thinking about summer and it’s inevitabiliy.

I’m thinking that life doesn’t feel real.

That time is abstract,

A concept,

Unable to affect me.

I wonder what I will think at the end of the school year.

Will I have another depressive episod...

(I tried to find a prompt that fits this poem i had to write for school, its good enough, praying my teacher likes it 😋)

He never thought he could forget

The day time went blank,

And was nowhere to be found.

He was waiting with his mother

She said that her meeting was important

So he must wait outside.

And she had said she would be back

Not too long from now

And he must wait for her and not le...

Do you ever stop for a moment

And recall events that feel recent

But then realize a lot of time has passed?

And then you look at that time period, that gap,

And realize how empty it is?

How meaningless?

How little you did or accomplished,

And how apathetic you feel about it?

I don’t know when it’s normal to start feeling this kind of stuff.

I guess when you’re raised faithless you can’t use reli...