I miss cities i never visited,
i miss the books i never read,
I miss the hearts i never broken,
i miss the tears i never shed.
#unknownpoet

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I miss cities i never visited,
i miss the books i never read,
I miss the hearts i never broken,
i miss the tears i never shed.
#unknownpoet
Time is of the Essence
They say
Time is of the essence.
That one thing
Or another
Is vitally important.
Quick actions and quick thoughts.
Time is of the essence.
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Reach for your pen and write
They say.
Pick up the pace and get stuff done.
Embrace the time you have,
With everything more complete.
Time is of the essence.
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To make things right,
Start by holding yourself high.
Take action in expressing
The true empathy time holds.
Keep writing till your brain has
Nothing left.
Time is of the essence.
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And although my bones are in fragments,
My stomach curdles,
And I hold all of this sorrow in me,
I understand that my body and mind needs time.
But,
Time is of the essence
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And although my body weighs me down
Like a rock thrown into the ocean,
Voices still repeat the same things;
Time is what you work around,
Time is everything.
Time is of the essence.
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And although my bones are crumbled,
And my soul is darkened,
I will glue back the pieces as
Quickly as possible.
Time is of the essence.
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I will take every shattered raw bone I have left
And put myself back together.
I will paint my blackened heart red again
So it will blend in.
Is this what you want?
Time is of the essence.
Tik.
Tok.
- unknown poet
Here is a little poem written by the owner of this elective senior course study book in the 40s-50s.
The rain runs to the sea
As naturally as love for you
lifts out its hands to me.
When water drops have spawned
their rings on paths across
thoughtless swells of bitter sea,
There is my heart, contained yet
free.
-unknown
Source: @theaccidentalbookthief
I tried to show my love which was never enough,
Coldly holding my tears in my heart,
I moaned for love to you my lord,
Every single night hoping to pass,
You answered my calls with half love,
Crumbling in my bed hoping to last.
Little by little i talked too much,
Little by little i said too much,
Little by little i gave my heart,
Little by little i lost it all.
Little by little you got away,
Little by little you didn't cared,
Little by little you found someone,
Little by little i wasn't the one.
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