days, how they pass
and clocks how they tick
each second is just wasting away
like pieces of sand being pulled out to sea
the seconds pile into a day
and sandbars they grow
and ships how they wreck
into mounds of misunderstood time
seconds we've wasted and grains been misplaced
in this whirlwind of useless crime
we don't all steal diamonds
we've no need for the cash
that the hooded sneak off with in tow
but something more precious more worth of our anguish
are minutes wasted we chose not to grow
the choice that we make
when we decide to give in
to crash head first into such misused time
is committing ourselves to be less than we could
and preferring the bleak to sublime.
loveisourweapon
Wow! This is such a cool (and creative!) post! I love the theme of time...It has been a theme that definitely has been on my mind as a college student trying to figure out her life! I love the poetry...keep it up!
ReplyDeleteWow! That was super good! Did you write that yourself? Either way, that is really true. It can be hard to be disciplined and not waste time, but I really like the point at the end, that if we choose to waste our time, then we are choosing to be less than we could be.
ReplyDeletethank you! your comments are always so nice! and yes i wrote this one myself, a little tribute to all the procrastinating i have been doing this semester! haha
ReplyDeleteI'm procrastinating right now while I read this. Nice. I also liked you personal narrative about when you moved to Rich. No wonder it got a good grade. Write a book about your whole life. I will buy it. Add something though. A vampire or something.
ReplyDeleteMaybe Viva could be a zombie.
ReplyDeleteOr a midget...
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