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Time

 

Time, you are my oldest friend

I watch your passing all day long

I miss the times that we've had

When I thought of nothing

But of the time I had

As the future met the past

I hoped the present would always last

And it has in its queer way

For here it is to this very day

And though things have changed and I have grown

I still hold within me the time of my own

 

 

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Looking Inward

 

Ghastly writings in my head

Wishing, hoping, I'll be dead

Empty body, empty soul

Looking for the pieces

Should they make me whole

Dreary nights of lonesome sleep

Days so bright they make me weep

Walking through my wakeful dream

All the world I watch

And strangers they all seem

Sitting quietly I fade

Immersed in this masquerade

Dancing to the weary tune

I stand in languor

I survey the room

Looking inward with my eyes

A gaze to penetrate my guise

I find myself walking around

My eyes work fine

But they're pointed down

 

 

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My Guiding Light

 

Light, would you please guide my way

And brighten up my darker days

I know not which way to turn

Should I work or should I learn

They'd like to feed me trash, I know

I'd rather not pay to go

And they would have me deep in debt

Before a professor I've even met

Of work it is a thing I dread

Idle nonsense to fill my head

Earning very little pay

Bringing an end to lazy days

My options are great, though I may only see a few

I must be sure to stop, and think things through

Though I have better things to do then plan

I know I must, and think I can

So off I go into my own

In this world I'm all alone

Which is why I turn to you

In hopes that you will help me through

I would like to see my way ahead

Here am I walking blind instead

Reaching out with awkward touch

I move about, but feel not much

But with a little light to see

I suppose you would be cheating me

I would not wonder, I would not shout

I would not take to stumbling about

I would simply walk in cue

Knowing what, but not why I do

Edited by Loki Wyrd
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Time

 

Excellent work! I really enjoyed the image of what people usually see to be the big bad wolf (Time) actually personified in a friendly manner. And then at the last swallowing part of that friend up just for yourself. I read this a few times because it was a nice easy read with a fun theme!

 

Looking Inward

 

I also enjoyed this poem but thought it could have flowed better in some places. I've made a few suggestions below. I ain't no guru on rhythym and flow so maybe someone else will post something more helpful. Its a sad poem but lines like "Days so bright they make me weep" and "Dancing to the weary tune" suggest that though sad the person whom the poem is about is still trying to see things or do things that may be uplifting but just keeps getting dragged down further by them.

 

Ghastly writings in my head

Wishing, hoping, I'll be dead

Empty body, empty soul

The search for pieces

To make me whole

Dreary nights of lonesome sleep

Days so bright they make me weep

Walking through my wakeful dream

All the world I watch

All the strangers they do seem

Sitting quietly I do fade

Immersed within this masquerade

Dancing to the weary tune

I stand in languor

I survey the room

Looking inward with my eyes

A gaze to penetrate my guise

I find myself walking around

My eyes work fine

But they're pointed down

 

My Guiding Light

 

Also a meandering poem I enjoyed. For me it made the saubject of the poem seem like he was walking down a dark alley drunk bouncing off the walls on either side as he thought about his life. Thats the image that sprung to mind for me anyway and it was fun to think of it like that. Again, some parts could flow better - like the two long lines in the centre could perhaps be broken down to four lines. But on the whole I liked it - Thanks for sharing all of these.

 

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