Slipping
farther away
no longer in my sight
the pain may reside but scars don't
lost cause
You and i had
Sipped away
To enjoy the remainder
Of that long day
Gasped at the cold
Of the icy sheet
Then at the shock
As two bodies meet
And at long last
We start to feed
The hunger of that
Long suppressed need.
Each feeling the beat
Of the other’s heart
Until at last
We slip apart
To fall into
The arms of deep
And much needed
Satisfying sleep
When i awake
And you’re still there
I realise that
I just don’t care
Of the problems
That may lie ahead
Of your unused room
And empty bed.
At last you and i
Had slipped away
To enjoy the remains
Of that special day.
i
Weaker, drowning in ego
Six estranged hours bleet commands
Today vanished: 2 ticks, 2 tocks
Nothing nests at my desk
Fragment aspects, time slipping
On course with the "I Am"
Ringing for dinner is Pavlov
September is slowly slipping away
Colours, they are changing day after day
Trees are shedding their lovely leafy charms
All is becoming quiet on the farms
Excitement is growing in each child's heart
Anticipating Santa's's sleigh ride start.
If Trump were to croak, say, by slipping on a slice of papaya,
how long before his ilk would see it as a heavenly sign and run it by a
biblical scholar who would then be given the imperative
to scour the Bible to come up with a plausible narrative
to prove that Trump's death was another example of a suffering messiah?
Summer sighs softly, pausing to watch the golden days slipping away,
When the sun trickles through the gently trembling birch leaves,
Whispering of growth and ripening, the enchantress transforms the fields,
Into gold woven from corn, swaying in the rhythms of bountiful harvests.
White clouds gather, like storms waiting to unleash their song,
She gathers new bluebirds in her warm heart, singing with their harmonies,
As the light fades, like that comma of silence between day and dawn,
She savors this moment before autumn plants its frost upon her cheeks.
A dance of time, a pause between seasons, a dream of the gentle equinox,
Where time seems to stop, and nature weaves its silent story,
The whole world takes a deep breath, captured in the beauty of a fleeting moment,
Summer retreats slowly, making way for autumn to sing its symphony of leaves.
My head crashes to the desk.
Flashbacks—oh, so cruel.
A hammering heart, a desperate soul,
I reach to touch you…
But you vanish.
I run to you, but you’re always faster,
Slipping away again.
“Come back,” I scream.
He says,
“No, I don’t love you… I never really did.”
Silence. I stop running.
“No… no.”
Sobs break free.
My chest feels hollow—
Not from grief,
But from the absence of it.
Not even pain wants to stay anymore.
My voice breaks, as I say—
“Please… don’t leave me.”
My body shook.
I fall again,
Not in love but in fear.
I look down, at the cracks in the floor—
So much similar to my heart.
I look up, still hoping… then regretting.
Your back was turned as you walked away.
Fading gentle touch,
Echoes drift like autumn leaves—
Sweetness slips away.
Gliding into the forest of her mind
woodland sprites take her hand
Guide her effortlessly
o’er enchanted lands
While slipping between shadows of his
demons brew their nasty biz
Viewed from afar
the sprites and demons
appear the same
Images branded on
the altar of two brains
A million precious memories
Each A grain of sand
I try, I fight, I hold on tight
But it's slipping through my hand
For every laugh and smile
And every shout or tear
I try, I fight, I hold on tight
But I cannot hold it here
A flawed yet perfect jigsaw
Of nights that turn to day
I try, I fight, I hold on tight
But I cannot make it stay
A million precious memories
Each A grain of sand
I try, I fight, I hold on tight
But you're slipping through my hand
I don’t know when I first felt my childhood slipping slowly
It was somewhere in the dark
Maybe on a slushy snowy night that made me cry
I’m tired of saying goodbye
-
He agreed
It might have been some other day
When my paintings taunted me alone
Or when I first realized I’d one day be all on my own
With nothing but my colors and a world that didn’t want me
They don’t care about you
-
I agreed
It could have been much sooner though
When the bus drove far away
And I didn’t know why
When my lukewarm bath provided no solace
And my mother began to cry
I miss him
-
She agreed
It was somewhere in the snow or paint or bus
That took small pieces out of me
and scattered them like dust
I’m not that little girl
She’s gone and lost now
floating in the wind
Off to places you’ve never been
in her now grows a new sort of being
One that’s strong and smart and bold
She believes in the all alone
And will make the world one day want her
You can do it
-
I seem to agree
Lately time has been eluding me, going by so fast.
It makes me afraid what we have attained again won't last.
But I know most of how we had suffered is now all in the past.
Slipping slowly into the void
No one's fault
The consequence of years spent in silence
The distance of unspoken secrets
You know me...don't you...know me?
Rain pelts the windows
The roof
My eyes
Falling into indifference
Headlong without a net
The reality of a fire growing cold
The fleeting moments of glowing embers
You love me...don't you...love me?
The dark creeping across the grass
The windows
My heart
The reptilian brain has fear of learning the truth
a burst of understanding backs the value overshadowed
how certain souls are wired to process this remedy
in order to find what you're searching for
Does your oasis have a proper answer to a question
I cried because no longer do I know
tomorrow I have to face the burden of a question
How does hate manipulate then creates a burden
only love cures and fixes the broken bridges seeking a miracle
We all know deep in our hearts as sinners
forgiveness is the key locked inside our souls
the suffering servant prays
blind the eyes open brothers and sisters
we are one with God
I bow my head ashamed of this world
Slipping
I feel it everyday
pats of me slipping away.
For a moment in passing
all of me once seemed immortal and everlasting
but now, fading like storm threatened gray clouds
part of my mind slows thru the oppressive crowds.
I dare not speak
keeping my secret hidden and discrete
while cautiously I direct my feet.
Stepping thru the garden displays
I marvel at the colors as they fray.
In natures bounty resurrected in spring
I marvel at life as it begins to change everything.
In my heart I'm still young and alive
but in my remaining years I'm forced to recognize
All of me is unseen, forgotten and pushed aside
time's up and needing of release unable to continue to hide
and in the waning years of time, life and death collide.
I feel it everyday
pats of me slipping away.
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