Motives change at the back of the queue
The fire increases at those pushing through
I look at the river, it makes no complaint
The body's poisoned with poor restraint
After awakening, that's where time goes
Screams subside, the mind now knows
Mutant thoughts will be misunderstood
It's another birth, another childhood
Time flies by slowly, steadily... it is like
there is nothing worth rushing for.
Yet every second feels suffocating,
every minute feels longer than the previous.
Waiting slowly kills the feeling
of everything that might, for an instant,
make the day brighter.
Counting the passing days one by one,
suddenly the way it used to be seems
extremely far, distant.
The angst is pulling at every nerve,
playing with every thought,
that perhaps all there was
is slowly going to fade away.
Yet a promise, a few words shortly said,
keep my heart surprisingly at ease.
My sanity strains to survive,
but what can I do,
when all I long for is
to hear your voice.
The quiet before the rush.
What adventure waits
to be found?
As birdlife, dull windless calms
Adrift, within
Waits he, but on whose outcome, heart's own
Uplift promotes.
Corresponds to that breathy
Voiced for which girl
Thereout, if anything should activate
Bright-skied, bright notes.
And so we wait.
As time stands still
we hold our breath and wait.
The rising of the sun,
the disappearing of the moon,
life goes on as we wait.
The pendulum in motion.
Time passing that we will never see again
yet still we wait.
We let time run through our fingers
as if we didn’t know its value.
Like watching money burn.
Sometimes it’s the thing to do
but… soon enough comes the day
we recognize our folly.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I have so much love to give
But ho one to give it to
It can't just be anyone
Because only one person is special
Some people don't deserve my love
I want to care for someone
Give them my ideas and thoughts
Someone to share a laugh with
Someone to share my life with
I thought I found that special person
But now I'm rethinking it
She's not liking me the way I'm liking her
But I don't think I can ever stop
It's killing me
Every day I some hoe steer my thoughts in her direction
Then I realize
It won't happen
It never will
Loving you from miles away,
A missing piece of life today.
A ripped-out page that none can sew,
Save for the only hand I knew.
Yet waiting is a blessing told,
To heal the page and shape the mold.
This quest for you will never cease,
Till present moments bring us peace.
broken
gathering time
to begin the healing
a long process that might just work
waiting
Walls, themselves do
Tranquilize you.
Daubed of what, drawn in by
Frames whose escapes
Burst the present
Hushed dread's consent.
A set of bright, airy
Wet-ran landscapes.
PONDERING THOUGHTS ON GOD’S WORDS
WAITING TO BE LIVED
Is it not gospel,
That we are all of one race?!
Yet, there’s racism!
It’s one thing to know the truth;
It’s another to live it:-
God still speaks to us;
But we still do not listen:
To busy hating:-
Belief is one thing;
Practicing it, another:-
We need to live love!
Mercy, mercy, mercy Lord,
Still navigate us:
Sowing and reaping fruitful
Lives of onderful onement:-
I have many things I could say
Some happy, some sad, encouraging,
funny, loving, or inspirational
As many people do, choosing to speak
or keep things hidden in silence of one's own
It leaves others wondering what can it be?
Sometimes, a flower may ignite a thought
A sunset may bring reflections of memories
An inner drive may make someone want to speak out
A debate whether to reveal things others should know
There's always something that can resonate with someone
Many things, many ways, connect us all
All of people's choices make a significant difference
A choice to listen, understand or walk away
until next time someone's words spark a revelation
Leading to that change in life just waiting to happen
Heidi Sands
8/1/26
(C)opyright
Waiting.
On what can only be described
As hopes and dreams
For someone once told
To hope and dream.
Here lies my past,
Settling in,
With the dust that lines
the windows and the floorboards
Of a house that remembers it all.
The musky aroma dwells in my nostrils,
While the promise of roses
Taps on my window.
With a broom in my palm,
I sweep,
And I sweep,
Waiting.
my heart beats waiting.....
waiting for you to respond
don't let me d
o
w
n
The heat is given during this time
People grabbing ice like a crime
Venturing into places like Malls
Some go to man made food stalls
The air becomes so dry with frizzy Hair
The moments that men don't really care
Woman love to take pictures to share
Sometimes revealing things to beware
The evening becomes humid and relax
More so now when you go out you look at tax
The more we eat out reveals money cracks
We can surround the table like a wolf pack
The memories of beautiful set up of food
The Colors that show how much is good
The captured image of gourmet stood
Then as hungry wolf pack ate all we could
The Vacation was so much events
We have not explored or made a dents
Many things we see time could not be bent
So we take image into clouds can be sent
we live in hell
waiting heavens open gate
and new beginning
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