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8/24/2018 9:50:55 AM
The unknown that I seek	What if our past was the actual future? Then the opportunities of the past we let slip by was a profitable loss of treasure The fear of tomorrow had already been unraveled yesterday The future already left at the hands of yesterday its departure All that is see left is governed by our pleasure.
8/24/2018 9:59:30 AM
Time	Time is in a haste Men are sleeping hard to keep place NOW - is a word that is to man, a waste The mind wars with the thought for a space The clock hands waves a bye Every time man stood ready Living becomes a lie Each time man appears worthy The future is wearing off Yet men still worship beauty On the waves of fame, some will kill to surf Small time appears too plenty The tick tack is on extra round Another opportunity for man All races don't end on all rounds Do what the time does, ye man edited by Florence Ezekiel on 8/24/2018
8/24/2018 10:33:07 AM
My past brought me joy	I remember all that I could The cool breeze from the younger days I remember all that I could The lonely skirted path of greens that I took in company of birds whence walking off to school I remember - I remember all this While I sat on the listening ears of the waltzing river Stirring intensely at the dangling sparkles of the skies Stirring deep with my eyes shot I saw again myself. The girl with the porous brain I saw me stand at the black board Fingers clutched at the white chalk Wetness drooping down my thighs Legs vibrating vigorously and the tears broke to freedom Yes, yes i was scared The writings on the board were like those on the walls Seconds and minutes and hours paraded by Yet my brain stood blank, so also the questions on the big black board I heard in my head, the weeping whips of the class teacher The mad slashings on my naked skin then follows, the thunderous gleeful yelling of my mates My cries died on grounds of hopelessness All this I remember All this I remember so well and clear as the waters splashed me so hard and I smiled at my past How fast things chameleon so fine Amazing wonders. I am proud of me My past brought me joy
8/24/2018 11:12:59 AM
Hello there! I'm florence	I'm Florence ezekiel. I wish to be a good writer and a poet. I can't say I'm that new here neither can I say I've been here for a long while. But I've had some of my write ups posted here until I saw the introduction notice. I really want for my works to be corrected and face serious critiques. I take delight in corrections and always love to learn and put things in a new and creative way. I hope I'm welcomed!
9/17/2018 10:30:57 AM
Time	Thanks so much for the correction.... Will check on that
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