Staring, dreaming, agonizing over every detail
Why do your smiles fill my heart full of running ale
Which shade of red will cover
Your waist and shoulders tonight
I’ll order a pair of cocktails
And put my mind on sale
To make a deal with god
Or an offer down below
I’ll promise you more than kisses
Something you simply cannot resist
But before I have the gems and crown
Before my mind is handed down
Look the other way for now
Like you’ve always done forever
Come on let's be honest
Remember what love is ...
Its not just a four
spelled words.
it's something else, something
More powerful than Medusa spell
For real
if you want to feels, the taste
Just be the first
demonic angel
its hints more like a drugs
disappear out of blue,
Without a warning or good bye kisses
Its has not Time to stay
Just like a doctor who's run out of patients
no justice to server
but if the aim is to survive
just stay away from addiction because all your
offsprings will be
Influences by
A story you Never wrote but
the title will remain still...
Sure could use a soda...
Last coins tossed in that wishing well.
Wish I'd kept that change !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
You can’t recall the stone,
Once it’s thrown
Emitted harsh words, can’t be defused
And Time spent, can not be reused.
If your verse
is not remembered
Then all that time
was lost
Pretty words
and clever lines
Will melt
like Winter’s frost
If what you say
is subject
To what the wind
will blow
Time better spent
the less you vent
All verbiage
— to forego
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Verse 1
Girlfriend Trouble
Pain
Hard
feelings
take hold.
A fight with her,
the one I care for,
and everything now
feels broken and heavy.
I just don't know what to do.
Why does love have to hurt this much?
Verse 2
Time Waits For no One
Tick.
The clock,
quiet machine,
Eat our youth whole,
Chews love into dust,
Leaves bones of memory,
Still,chase its shadow's tail,
Calling seconds by sacred names,
Pretending they'll stop if we sing the song,
We keep on running from the final tick
Verse 3
The River Forgets no Face
Flow.
Limps on
Through our sins
Washing lies away clean,
It hums to the drowned ones
Names carved in its ripples,
Even the mud remembers feet
No step unseen,no crime erased now,
The river keeps our softest griefs always,
Its ancient water never forgets a single
face
Drenched in pouring rain
With no parasol, but just a frilled hat
To cover her head,
With a bouquet of delicate golden blooms
Clasped firmly in hands, in the dusk
She waded through the rain swept avenue,
Her heart thumping in anticipation.
But he brushed past her, indifferent.
The moon stood behind,
Teasing her on her squashed romance.
I’m sorry for the shirt that I soaked
I’m sorry for the pry and the probe
What about the push and the shove
How about the grip turned to grope
I’m sorry for the tears that I cried
I'm sorry for the mess that I left behind
I’m sorry for the gas you wasted
My tank is full but I’m running empty,
But I am tired of saying I’m sorry
The things I wasted can’t be bought
A hundred wasted promises
A thousand wasted wishes
A million wasted kisses
Im sorry for the things left unspoken
What about my soul that was broken?
So I’ll turn the page, let the clock unwind,
Embrace the moment, leave the waste behind,
The journey is more than the goal,
The roads that we wander can nourish the soul.
So here’s to the miles that I’ve spent for the day,
In the art of redemption, I’m finding my way..
But I am tired of saying I’m sorry
The things I wasted can’t be bought
A hundred wasted promises
A thousand wasted wishes
A million wasted kisses
In the stillness of a lazy noon,
I find myself humming a forgotten tune,
I’m sorry you’ve wasted my time.
I'm sorry I can’t make up my mind.
the magnetic pull that draws the connection
it can become weaker once you use the same poles
a friendship built upon the idea of being wanted by others
will always shatter over a little discourse
one wanted to be loved even if it was as a friend
one wanted to use the other's skill for his own great good
we were always meant to fall apart
the signs were there but you chose to ignore
to be used is to be wasted
that was the message from my greatest god
There is no time to waste
Time comes, and time goes
The clock keeps ticking and tocking
Life keeps going
There's no stopping
Stay on your hustle and grind
You can waste some things
But don't waste your time
Your time is precious
Don't just give it away
be selfish
Put your time
To some good use
And time will tell
How much and how can you excel
Waste, no time
Time can't be wasted
Tick tock
You've got to shake it
(Repeat 1x)
Time waits on not a soul
Shift it
Are you in control
You bold
Yes, I am
The clock is ticking
It doesn't stop
It keeps going
The hours , the minutes, and the seconds
Some time prove
Life lessons ??
Time is of the essence
Essence is of the time
You can press play , fast forward, then rewind,
You can also run it back
Time will put you on the right track ??
Waste, no time
Time can't be wasted
Tick tock
You've got to shake it
(Repeat 1x)
Time comes
Time goes
Know that you hold
The power in your hand
Make it count
Have a plan
Waste, no time
Time can't be wasted
Tick tock
You've got to shake it
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by Concetta Hardnett
08/29/2025
Have you ever had an ‘I’ve wasted my whole life’ moment
If you have, or if you can close your eyes and imagine one…
You don’t necessarily have to be 'that old,’ though
you may sob harder at the age of dwindling returns
… The pain is soul-searing: you’ve poured your heart
into a child, a close relative, a relationship, a marriage
and now you’ve been left irretrievably high and dry,
so you have failed… miserably...
There’s no one can ‘coach you’ through waves of despair
stomach-churning nausea, ready to devour you
No ‘pep talk magic’ to revive your spirits, to restore your equilibrium
‘Pep talks’ are for performers; you are not acting, your pain is real
But there is this: It's All Good. For you.
~ Consider the Source.
I wish I could make you leave as fast as you arrived.
But if I could do that I would not be me.
5 days in and I knew you meant something.
10 days in and you were all that I wanted.
A month and a half in I asked on a whim.
A month and a half out I realized you no longer care.
10 days out and I'm grieving not for a cat.
5 days out and I wish we had never met.
But if I could do that I would not be me.
I wish I could make you love me as I loved you.
A morning walk, amidst the trees, beneath a sky of grey.
The sound of crisp from frozen ground breaks silence in the air.
I love the feeling that I get on such a winter day,
where light through all the empty branches somehow takes me there.
It makes me dream of times in spring where newness comes again.
Can’t help envisioning the grey transforming into green.
But then it never ceases there, I picture until when
the trees before me transform til they’re so inspiring.
I see them as they ought to be, in worlds of better fortune.
I see them as they want to be, but seldom are they here,
where every branch is color filled, it’s truly mesmerizing.
It makes me both happy and sad as I am standing there.
This world we’re in. The lives we lead, they follow this same story.
So often they are so much less than what they’re meant to be.
‘Twould only take a bit of Heaven to change them to glory,
but all too often we’re stuck in… the grey of winter trees.
I thought it was bad
when I couldn’t do
the things
I needed to do—
when food became a foreign ritual,
and sleep was a fractured dream.
When the laundry piled up,
silent in the corner,
and the trash remained
untouched,
an offering to my inertia.
I thought
that
was the worst it could get.
But here I am—
begging myself
to move,
to feel
something,
to drive,
to breathe
in the world outside,
to see the sunset
and let it fill me.
And yet,
I can't
even get out of bed.
I want to.
I want it so badly,
my soul aches for it.
I would give
anything
to rise,
to feel
the pulse of living
again.
But the hours pass—
slipping,
swimming
like quicksilver,
too fast,
too distant.
Where did they go?
Where did I go?
Four hours,
fours hours spent
pleading with a self
that cannot respond,
crying,
aching for the strength
that has abandoned me.
I cannot move.
I am here,
still,
wasted.
Waiting is not fun when you’re on the run
They’re things to do before the day is done.
Daily tasks are like a mountain to climb
But it seems we are always short of time.
Waiting time is by no means wasted time
If we use this time our life’s pump to prime.
A pump that is not primed will soon run dry
Those always on the run soon fall and die.
Waiting provides time for much-needed rest
So, we can always perform at our best.
Use the time to meditate while you wait
and you will walk life with a steady gait.
Patience, an essential character trait,
can only be formed as we learn to wait.
So, stop the chase, get out of the rat race,
and live life with gratitude and grace.
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