The pace of time is familiar... Yet mysteriously unknown. Clocks tick simultaneously... Constently running like they're clones. We only remember the minutes are always passing us by... Ending most abrubtly, into the next one we sigh. Funny how we often put thing off to do ahead... Always expecting tomorrow... When tomorrow you might be dead. Saddens me to realize... I may never accomplish my goals. And for this unachievement.. will i morn will other souls? Always live life to it's fullest... Make something off each day. And don't forget your passions... Pondering on what i say. Don't take each moment for granted... Always planning ahead. Always expecting tomorrow... When tomorrow you might be dead.
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so true. i believe every word.!
thanks for the great read.
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This is a wonderful read. I think the structure is so original. You structured it like prose but it reads like a poem because of the caesura you achieved by using the ellipses. Bravo!
Love,
Amera♥
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I like the way that the words make a bit of the sounds that you are describing. It intensifies the overall effect. I may be missing something, but it seems like in this line:
"Constently running like there clones." Seems like you meant
"Constantly running like they're clones"
Still I like the way the poem moves and its hopeful tone even in the face of possible dissappointments.
Glad I clicked
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You are right.....
take each moment, as a separate life....I heard that somewhere recently....
your poem expands that thought
Nicely done!
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