People will Tell you not To dwell on The past… That yesterday Is not meant To last. But they haven’t Walked a mile In your shoes… Nobody else Can feel these Things, But you. I believe that Sometimes The past holds The puzzle piece You need, To fill whole. So reach back, Don’t think twice……… Continue reading Missing piece…
Fragile melody, Relentless Clumsy tune… You pace my days And my endless Nights. Caretaker of My favorite memories, You beat Like a drum, Reminder of days Past, And those To come… My heart’s almost Inaudible Lullaby.
The Word of the Day is PAST, I hope you enjoy using this word in a story or a poem. Copy and past a link from this post into your post to create a pingback. Have fun.PAST — Word of the Day Challenge
Writing now About later seems wrong. Shouldn’t I Enjoy now, and Not care too much, Or at least not Worry about later For now? Now will die Soon enough Becoming then, And thens will add Up, and be the past… And later is So uncertain… Take yesterday. Yesterday, I believed Later would be as Sweet…… Continue reading Later…
Dust of time setting Lace of good time memories Witness of the past…
Tell me about an opportunity Life has put on your way, once, that you didn’t take and wish you had. For more Quickies, click here.
If you could travel through time, would you rather visit a past era, or the future? For more Quickies, click here.
So… Are you going to accept my friend-request or not, now? Had it been a year already? She had the same stomach butterfly feeling. The same wet palms, the same stupid smile on her face, as when he had found her first, through internet’s warrens. She hadn’t had the most quiet, tranquile life so…… Continue reading Delete? – Part 3
The sun was shining bright despite the otherwise greyish November weather. The light had awakened her just minutes before the clock’s irritating alarm. Enjoying one last moment under the warm duvet, she wondered if she had dreamt this whole thing. Doctor Weinster’s voice resonated in her head, still. But this seemed so real. Of course,…… Continue reading Delete? – Part 2
She was sitting in the dentist-like long chair, her head covered with sticky electrodes. There were far more screens, and electronic devices she couldn’t even name, than she could have imagined. The crowd of doctors, nurses and other specialists was quite impressive, and when the room went dark, and she was blinded by some…… Continue reading Delete? – Part 1