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glitter
maybe tomorrow will fix this wreck.
by any means possible, portray an effect.
maybe tomorrow will fit into place.
why can't tomorrow always be today?
if time's moving forward
then my clocks are broken.
the hands are all stuck
on the numbers that don't win.
the passage i'm using
to jump back and forth with
is collapsing in too fast
to avoid it.
tomorrow always arrives
unnoticed.
present to past with every
word that is spoken.
i trace the shape of every letter
with shadows that darken and
congregate westward.
the tip of the tongue
makes the perfect pedestal
to balance excuses
arriving on schedule
the past is the past
the present just is...
the future attempts
to pretend what the love is.
scribble a line
scribble a life...
it just is.
I love this ending.
scribble a line
scribble a life...
it just is.
My my you have been busy.
I can't wait to continue reading what you have in store.
Your poems captive me.
Just saying..
^_^
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
pfft.
Captivate me**
Oops.
^_^
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo