Time is a special creature,
Always whispering its presence,
Regardless of all that moves around it,
With its deafening tick-tock
Heard only by those in complete silence,
Taking note of the clock.
Onwards it goes,
No matter how much one may wish its hands to move in reverse,
It never so much as slows,
Staying in a constant motion forever.
A future can switch from drear
To positive in the span of a year,
Over the course of 365 days,
The possibilities are endless.
During half a decade,
The whole world could change.
A war
Can go from on the rise
To a devastating end.
A personality
Can go from depressingly dark
To uncharacteristically upbeat.
Or a silly online account
Can go from a lonely, silent reader
To a pal-loving writer.
All the time in the world can pass,
Even five long years,
Yet not everything must be altered.
For a human
Can go from awfully quiet
To unnervingly shy.
It seems some things
Will never undergo change.
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Lexylibs has invited me to do an A-Z poetry challenge for the month of February!
Happy five-year Wattpad anniversary to me.
Wow. It's funny, 5 years ago, not only did I make this account, which would lead me to the best buds I've ever had, but I also met my irl best friends in the same year. <3
:)
2/1/2018
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Poetry Over Prose
PoetryI've never been artistic. I've never really liked poetry. So basically, I'm gonna add shit when I'm sleep-deprived and not thinking straight. NOTE: One shitty poem USED TO BE posted every day! Highest ranking: #67 in Poetry (8/17/2017) *** Cover pho...
