Sand can be contained in a bottle,
But time will always slip away,
Moments quickly turn into memories,
The colors gradually become gray.
Time is something we can't grasp,
It flies so quickly it's unreal,
Each second that passes is precious,
At birth we're nailed to the wheel.
Some days it spins faster then others,
Life sometimes becomes a blur,
We rarely stop to count the seconds,
Something always seems to occur.
I often take my time for granted,
Always assuming that I've got more,
Someday there won't be another breath,
And my wheel won't turn anymore.
Moments like this are rather sobering,
This breath was never mine to keep
I've got a list locked in my head
A list of things I've never done
It seems it's growing all the time
When will I feel like I've begun?
Things can always be done tomorrow
But I know tomorrow starts today
It's never fun when life passes you by
I regret pissing my time away
My days will quickly become memories
Dreams are my ideal waste of time
Action is what brings dreams to life
Wishing on stars becomes a crime
The list inside my head grows every day
Somehow I must sift through it all
And only pick out the important things
If I carry too much I'll fall
There are things I've got to work for now
For someone other then myself
Th
Lurking Beneath the Surface by AzialSilvara, literature
Literature
Lurking Beneath the Surface
I am an island hidden far away
Surrounded by a lake named serenity
To the casual eye it's beautiful
What I display is what they see
Beneath the waves the truth is waiting
Very few dive in with a purpose
Perhaps it's too far down to find
This beauty lurking beneath the surface
I'm lonely down here in my world
Too many gaze in from the shore
I wish they wouldn't settle for the island
Someone should come down and explore
My heart dwells at the very bottom
So the deeper you dive the warmer it gets
Most people don't get over the initial cold
But those who do have no regrets
The island doesn't really change all that much
Unlike the
Beneath the night sky,
I gaze passionately at the stars,
They provide me with light,
Not once do they flicker.
Though the evening is cold,
Their eternal fire warms my heart,
And it's as if I'm a mute,
Because words just won't come.
Such beauty can't be explained,
Only felt and embraced,
It's such a magical feeling,
Gazing into the stars.
Not once have I looked at the sky,
As I've been lost in your eyes,
Two brilliant stars so divine,
You're the only light that I need.
The journey, lives daily
Each step your own
Small words set in stone
You don't see, but taste it
Worn steps hold you up
Comfort warms the cup
The future, you chase it
Though you're there you aren't present
To others it's unpleasant
Your dream, it drives you
But you won't get there now
Recognize this somehow
Your adventure, make it yours
For better or worse
Don't watch it's perverse
Looking back, have no regrets
Actually play out your part
Lock memories in your heart
It'd be a shame, if you missed out
Too focused on the road
All five senses erode
So wake up, actually live it
Don't live on autopilot
There's no time to de
Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think.
In order to live happily, you need to chill, sit back, and have a drink.
You can't worry about the little stuff; it happens to everyone.
If your problem is you worry too much, your life could be a deadly one.
Every moment of your life should be taken as a lesson.
Learning is good, so take pain as a blessing.
In order to stay sane you've got to use your head.
If any love ends, it ends in pain-- know that ahead.
Even when one door closes, another is always open.
You can't dream of black roses when your heart is broken.
You have to feel the ocean, let your heart sa
I would draw you with my fingers
outline the very edge of you
take you on a road trip of yourself
this this this -
this is your face. your mouth.
your collarbone, the fresh smell of your
hair. Your hands. The drum of your heart.
And in the personal spaces of your own
constellation of birthmarks and scars
I hope to find a trace of myself.
I quietly question if my fingertips
that love to trace your face have already
started to leave their own little footsteps
(Can you feel the softness of my hands -
Your skin is like a soft, warm morning)
I want to give each of your thoughts
a different colour
hello little songbird
sitting oh so high
tell me little songbird
why do you not fly?
someone clipped your wings, you say?
how terrible, oh my!
I did this to you, you say?
songbird, no, I swear to thee
it was not I who did the deed
oh no little songbird
you're sitting much too high
please wait little songbird
your wings are clipped, don't fly!
darling little songbird
your splut'ring little cries
are ripping through my wretched heart,
why did you have to die?
Two (2) large hands:
not just to dwarf mine, for I have disproportionately small hands, hands that struggle to reach chords and shoulders. the way your handspan fits just between my ear and collarbone - I swear, darling, it could make any girl swoon.
One (1) clean jawbone:
square chins and high cheekbones - what else are little American heroes made of? that hollow between bones, where your neck joins, all edges and jutting prows - I'll dream I can stay there and bask in your shade.
One (1) pair of lips:
that you don't mind me watching, for I never could draw boys' lips right, and if the way they move when you whisper isn't art, I d