we tie time
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
o between this time
and last time.
30 secondi in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
o practicing that new
dance sposta which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the successivo big thing,
although that makes a different
sposta new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
o between this time
and last time.
30 secondi in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
o practicing that new
dance sposta which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the successivo big thing,
although that makes a different
sposta new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
Russian Roulette
If no one ever marries me,—
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a scoiattolo in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little agnello quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight o nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a scoiattolo in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little agnello quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight o nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
I may only be One Voice,
But my One Voice is important because without my One Voice we could never have one million Voices.
my one Voice stands for ME.
what I think.
what I believe in.
and who I am.
My Voice is unique
But so is every other Voice
and every Voice is important*
So let your Voice be heard, be One in a million Voices
*not part of the original poem:
Important because millions of voices can create a defaning roar.
These black tears are the unshed blood from the wounds te left me
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
te left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken te from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made te leave, o why, but I do know this,
That if te could, te would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as te are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting te to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
te were and Angel when te were here
Now you’re just a different kind
One that will be our guardian until we can find te again
When we find our way to the light
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
te left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken te from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made te leave, o why, but I do know this,
That if te could, te would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as te are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting te to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
te were and Angel when te were here
Now you’re just a different kind
One that will be our guardian until we can find te again
When we find our way to the light
The years have passed
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry
The erba neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines
Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may baciare the ground
without having a mess of my face
There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to sposta on
is as painful as letting go
My cuore goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how
But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to
Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game
But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow o the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry
The erba neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines
Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may baciare the ground
without having a mess of my face
There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to sposta on
is as painful as letting go
My cuore goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how
But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to
Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game
But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow o the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt
your smile brightens up the world
your eyes are magical
your tears are precious
te make me laugh
and thought of losing te made me cry
your cuore is as deep as ocean
te are calm in sticky situations
te are the one who sings our song
yours words are an inspiration for me
te can see my pain through my eyes
it's te that makes me smile in
the hardest part of my life
te are the raggio, ray of light in the darkest night
te gave me new hope of life
te are always there for me
we have to different ways
but i will never forget te and your friendship
we might fall apart but
te will hold my cuore forever
the times we had are precious jam
te like me for who i m so
i dont have to be any body else
your friendship is the most beautiful thing
on this planet after you
your eyes are magical
your tears are precious
te make me laugh
and thought of losing te made me cry
your cuore is as deep as ocean
te are calm in sticky situations
te are the one who sings our song
yours words are an inspiration for me
te can see my pain through my eyes
it's te that makes me smile in
the hardest part of my life
te are the raggio, ray of light in the darkest night
te gave me new hope of life
te are always there for me
we have to different ways
but i will never forget te and your friendship
we might fall apart but
te will hold my cuore forever
the times we had are precious jam
te like me for who i m so
i dont have to be any body else
your friendship is the most beautiful thing
on this planet after you
