Interesting how time is measured isn't it?
One day you are in the midst of June
And the next your falling face down
Into the cold embrace of December!
Everyday that passes, I sit at my window
In my leather chair, sipping some sort of tea
That suits my temporary moods fancy,
Pondering the gifts that have been given me each day.
Is there really any way to preserve a moment in time?
Can we revisit a point that's past, can it be done?
One answer always wiggles its way into my open mind.
Simply a memory can retrieve the breath lost to lifes flight.
Memorys, though they fade, and crumble into dust,
Like an old picture water dampened or charred,
Though the edges might be fuzzy and the details snipped a bit
Surely it is just the thought of comfort we desire when revisiting it.
Memories present the best outlook for re-experiencing
A day in the life you had forgotten, with the change of seasons
And many reasons that you must busy yourself throughout the day.
For without memories, the loss of something great and grand
That we know we should have but simply can't undertsand
Would eat away at our sanity. It would prove to be the final ode to time,
And the last stand for everything we were meant to be.
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Lust and hot showers go hand in hand. Both are steamy and both can have another experiencing it with you.
'Memorys, though they fade, and crumble into dust,
Like an old picture water dampened or charred,
Though the edges might be fuzzy and the details snipped a bit'
I felt strange reading this poem, I felt the *ow my head I've thought too much* but understand how you felt, and felt drawn to that opinion. I guess there was a persuasiveness to it;
'One answer always wiggles its way into my open mind.'
'Surely it is just the thought of comfort we desire when revisiting it.'
and the rhetorical questions. That was done well
I loved how you brought about the idea of sanity and insanity, and most importantly the clever way in which you begun it by drawing us in ‘interesting isn’t it’ I loved that!!
What I loved most about this poem, is that it ties in with this idea I've been thinking of and fearing to do with perception on life and memories. And it brings back the sadness, so it had a huge impact on me. Also this idea of time, freaks me out.
Well-thought, phrased and argued.
I liked how time and memories played such an important part to one another too.
My only critique as such would be; there is some spelling errors-
Simply a memory can retrieve the breath lost to lifes flight
Lifes = life’s
Memorys, though they fade, and crumble into dust,
Memorys, = memories
That we know we should have but simply can't undertsand
Undertsand = understand
and I thought I saw a tim, instead of time, but I can’t find it again, so that must have been my mistake!
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If it's just a game, then what are we crying for?
i really like the beginning
"Everyday that passes, I sit at my window
In my leather chair, sipping some sort of tea
That suits my temporary moods fancy,"
i can relate to that, i have beenb a bit tea drinker in the past month.
ya know if someone makes a time machine that would solve all your time problems
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So that is how I learned the lesson that everyones alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever gonna grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song
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