We Try To Capture Time

We try to capture time in vases, in glasses and bottles of wine but it dries; in prose scattered across words, in notes and dimes, but it flies. We try to capture time, in the ice cubes that melt at the first touch of your palm, in the sugar inside the cheese cakes when we…

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On Days Like These

On days like these when the sand in the hourglass seems to be sliding faster than usual reminding you of how much of what remains to be done, let it not dishearten you, I tell myself, let is remind you of how far we’ve come. There are days like these when turning pages seem the…

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Too

Worry the words speak too little, worry the music beats too loud. Worry the laughs echo too much, worry the time flows too fast. Worry the feelings show too much, worry the honesty cuts too deep. Worry nothing ever falls one hundred, there’s always some crack in between, someone else you could have been. Worry…

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Why Must We | Poem

Words elude me, hiding in corners that would not be visible to the eye. Words refuse me, reluctant to walk into my pages to be written in ink. Words leave me, unable to stay for the vacant spaces that echo. But why must we run after the running, chase the slipping, capture the flowing?  

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Chilly | Poem

The wind blows, piercing cold radiating from the inside of the bones. Curl and twist to keep warm, dreaming of blossom as leaves fall over the ground. Chilly mornings, waiting for the sun to shine.

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