Time...

by nicole   Nov 16, 2006


Time keeps on passing as our days slowly slip away. Our memories slightly seem to fade. But soon awake as soon as we get that one reminder that makes us think. My mind has been so blank. Who would think, after all this time, pity things seem like a crime, a crime in our hearts, a thing called regret, we cannot change the past we've now realized this, time goes by so fast. There's nothing we can change because we don't allow ourselves to learn from other people and their mistakes. Your not a disgrace they may say, with this face, with a slight bit of haste. See them, they have no taste, taste in your place where everything tastes different from one experience to the next. Life has its own deck, where the ace has a different place than the human race, it stands out, without doubt, more superior than the rest. Define the best, someone who can cope with the stress of knowing what's to come next, in this world so perplexed.

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  • 17 years ago

    by nicole

    My poem, this one actually is being published in "immortal versus" this year

  • 17 years ago

    by Karl Wild GG23

    Looks like i'll just have to give you a five again lol i love the last 4 and a half lines starting at life has it's own deck. it's so true that in life we all get dealt certain cards, some have good hands others not so good. but it's all about the poker face and what you do with your hand. two people with identical hands in life may play the wrong cards at the wrong time and watch the chips slip into the hands of somebody else o so true 5/5