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When my uncle bought me a gift, it was something I had to bury.When I opened his Christmas present, I received a dead canary.He put it in a cage and wrapped it on the first day of December.
It took me a long time to realize how much holding on to the past destroys you, Because you never allow yourself to see things from another point of view.
It took me a long time to realize how much holding on to the past destroys you, Because you never allow yourself to see things from another point of view.
It took me a long time to realize, but I have finally learned a lot about you, And that even though I thought you were different, your actions told me that you areexactly the same by the things that you do.
Sometimes the old times start to relive. Relive until I can’t live. Can’t live because I’m living in the past waiting for the future.
_SEASONAL COMPLIMENTARY_ ```From all of me @CLOUDNINE``` Wishing...
FUTURE IS BORN
we are frozen in time - stuck in the muck of the present . . © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.  
Dear future self: I am you from the past. That's an odd thought; Right now, as I write this, I am in my prime.  I am the best I have ever been But I am only a version of you.
Rosy commencement A whole, immense future yell whilst watching the past
New Year's Eve, two thousand twelve. A night full of hope, joy, wonder, but I was all alone. My father, asleep, too angry to stay awake. My mother, drunk, too careless to remember her children.
Once, I played alone in my head, Not a worry in sight.   That was a distance memory, A dream I think back on while lying alone in the dark. What that really me?   That carefree little girl
Now
Every birthday of the past, held anticipation of simply being an older age  Day by day wondering of the woman I would grow up to be  I grow by the second knowing that the now brings out the best in me
She laid snugly in her bed as if she had nothing to do. She peered out her glass window
I was afraid to be heard. Afraid to be spoken to or with. I was supposed to be the loudest in the room, and yet I was the quietest.  I feared fear itself, It feasted on my brain and my thoughts
The doorman stood lanky and tallWith a suspicious eye that watched over allHe stood only three steps from me And I thought and I asked what it's like to be free
Look up to the sky, what's beyond  what you can see?  Are there angels  struttung, spilling and tripping  over themselves as we do? See around.  Who's beyond what you can see. 
Reminiscing to learn from the past, to live in nostalgia, it doesn't last. The world's a stage, you're a part of the cast, they say have patience, but the world is so fast, to live in nostalgia, it doesn't last.
At times I wonder Where I'm headed in this world.   Where is my place?   In an office, the monotony of keyboards? In a bus, a vagrant of burnt-out success?   Or among the stars above me,
Dear Past Me,        I know growing up has been a little difficult for you. You've dealt with so much at such a young age, and for that I am sorry. I know how it feels to be surrounded by 
To my past self,  for whom I feel the utmost    Pain Pride Peace.   If I met you now, I would break.   Let tears for you, Let you find the warmth in me now,
Here we are looking to each other  Past to Future Though I cannot see your ace I know you will listen   You look to me Dream of me And I think of you! Sometimes...  
Dear Past Me, It’s been a while, Since I was so young and wouldn’t ceist my senseless smile.
You taught me to wait Because you said I love you back You taught me that it was okay to accept apologies When your actions were like a song stuck on a broken track.   Because I loved you  
Count the stars the small latterns that line the sky to help the moon light the path to tomorrow, as you try and walk away the sorrows. Wander aimlessly,  searching for something that is lost
My friend, foreshadowing, was telling my future. Picture a fortune teller. Speaking with her mind, hands and such amazing creation of sound, her words were confident. She was confident. But, please, please do not.
Remember dancing, tasting the present, It as fleeting as our movements and our feet Remember hugging, each other on days of sorrow, Freeing feelings caged underneath Our skin
12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, this is how much time ive spent growing all this time was spent knowing who I am, what I want to achieve and what I want to be a year can seem so vast  a year can seem so fast 
The first part of my poem emphasizes how my youth was very childish and unconcerned, but once I started to grow up, some things got harder.
Tuesday, August 19, 2015(Date poem was born) I see the walls falling down Fire and tests for which we'll be bound Losing our life over one another Forgetting that we have a heavenly father
The eyes of the past Look at me with shame Look at the the pain you caused And you're the only one to blame   The eyes of the present Look at me with calm The past is the past
Good morning great morning the sun is up it is burning my soul on fire raging like its storming grateful for the day i am earning
Childhood... Thats the past. I know I Could... Thats the future. Life is Good... Thats the present. Scared of Woods... Thats the past. Manhood... Thats the future. College Brainfood... Thats the present.
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I was a little brat. I threw tantrums. I hit, bit, and scratched. I didn't care about others. I only thought about myself. I loved myself.   I am alone. I isolate myself.
My past is behind me, my future is being rebuilt, my present is here and that's all that matters.
Lifes of newstruggling to live inthis world of oldliving between the black and whiteto be thrown in the grey tobe torn apart as they see colorsof green,yellow,and blueto see the hatred
  Green grass implies Spring, here in this statuesque creation, With flowers escalating from the earth, softening its foundation.
I shut my eyes and travel back to when I was only but five.With sausage legs and curious hands, the slightest bump would make me cry.My only concern were the winged Giants who stole from the flowers in bloomWho partnered with bees who stung and bu
Sitting in the car attached to the cart while grocery shopping with your mother Being carried from the couch to your bed by your father after you've accidently fallen asleep watching The Little Mermaid again
Why are there so many things in this world to worry about? Why do I wait and wander in my worries when I could be doing something fun  like making babies or going on journeys? Why is the world so mean?
thAnk you forcoming back againin my Lifefor i missed so you foundAnyone like me? but for meno Real friendhave i Metso as youwere/are to be
Seventh of the eightSeveral wishes did cameWith just two calls andDid it all end
I am but a mere quirk in the face of billions, shifting my way down on a path that shall leave me dispersed.     Times have shaped the outline of my brain, leaving me so estranged from the me of the past,
A fork parting the road, Forever veiled in mist.   Offered two roses, of ravens Of angels. For which to reign in light, Or shadow.   Marched through heart, To seize both kingdoms.
Should you open that beloved book of words, Should you choose to see what lies within, Should you find, by chance, a certain word, Janus, it would be; You would find not the god, but a picture of me.
Everything. Is. Awesome It’s a foreign thought to admit that the world is awesome A convoluted statement to understand the world of awesomeness
I stand in front of a cave as darkness covers its mouth
I guess we're stuck on yesterday Take it down and pack away
the breeze feels like feathers against my skin and laughter suffocates me but i can still breath.  two beers shots shots shots shots shots  dark souls filled to the brim with inebriation 
Vivid pictures; envision a soul, lost in the thoughts that'd keep a grown man cold, poor kid, just 16, livin in hell, fightin demons while he deals with the swells,  of all the dangers and how cops fancy the cells,
My life is left brained, all I think about is moving forward
As the sunset and the stars begin to shine the only thing crosses my mind is WHY
Love Day in and day out Sexuality questioned because I don't follow the common guide to attraction I want to love too But why should I follow society's rules? I want to be held I want to cuddle
There was another reality
I'm suffocating I’m drowning My cells collapsing I’m being dispersed Becoming air I am almost nothing
The hour glass flips over as soon as you're born Time creeps away like nocturnal raccoon You go about life like a winding staircase At first you take caution with every landing you reach
The delay is over and the chapter of adolescence we've all anticipated has come to breath;  
As the sun peaked through your window, it woke me with its sweet rays. Hugging me gently, just as my mother did back in those days.
Me
Instabilit
Trees, A thousand years old, Touched by a thousand hands, Fingers trailing softly over rough bark. Trees, A thousand feet high, Home to a thousand birds,
We are connected not by choice but by some unbreakable law that forces me to carry you.
I feel the pressure of the walls of this box pushing from each side, increasing, squeezing, and as it gets tighter in here, the pressure builds builds into an atmosphere chaotic enough for lightning
Its been 20 long years A lot of cheers with some tears and other fears Life has been kind Though occasionally, I have been blind The world changed me As I changed with the world In anger, I have hurled
Dear Future,I want to take time to say this nowBefore things get too complicated andI don't have time to sayThat I'm glad you turned outAs you should'veAmazing and fulfillingFILLED
A Guy stands in the mirror,Wondering if his reflec
  I know about my past. I think about the time that I clumsily tried to cut my own hair With a pair of scissors meant to cut construction paper I think about the day of my first karate class
The body of a girl, Who lost her hope long ago.
Today is the day that I realize past events have still not been overcome.
  Family is a bridge to our past, present and future.
She’s a friend, I suppose you could even say best friend. It’s her birthday.   You know what she wants; Time to go all out; Get everyone to help out.   This is the day,
In a crowd of small bodies, I see the one I know. Every possible color blurs before my eyes; I struggle to reach that face.
I have given nothing to you on your birthday.   I know you  mentioned your special  day many  times previously.    Forgive me, but your  "You don't have to 
They tell me that I should  forget the past, live for the present, and don't worry about the future. Haha yeah, okay... The past is what makes me who I am. Those lacerations in my pride...
   Every Christian has a different burden that they carry many of them forget that there is a sweet anointing in the sanctuary that there is a stillness in the atmosp
Destiny
Whose destination is love. YOU and you and You are my definitions. I’ve learned that I’m just in love with a concept. Life doesn’t work that way. I want the best of all; I always end up with
I'm doing better She says she hears it In the sound of my voice And I wonder if she hears You in there too   The worst thing you can say
It'll just be a Tuesday.A Tuesday, normal to most.Just another day on the calendar. It'll be just another day of the week.
Unwrapping that present New, shiny, and unburdened. Looking forward to that new gift All day All night. But soon, weeks pass Dust layers By layers. Shine dulls And dulls.
Poetry, when people think of poetry they think useless, hard to understand, and a waste of time. Poetry is really part of everyday life like music, commercials, etc Poetry gives me the sensation of amazement in people's ability
We'll be here until the end of time, let's not leave love behind, let's be kind, clean the earth, make it shine, because our world is so fine, everything is beautiful, keep an open mind,
Your either writing your feelings down or writing what's on your mind.Many write it down as a verse, like a journal or in stanzas,but I'm one to write what I feel, or when I'm bind.I write because I can not always speak the truth,my mouth is sewed
Poetry...words that merely chose me Opened my eyes and heart in ways the world cannot see I was lost...trapped in sadness that would last Fought continuously with the darkness of my past
Let’s take a journey through time:   An unborn nation, Develops from thievery, greed, and opportunistic visions…   Swish, swish, swish… In search for new territory.   Bang, bang, bang…
Close your eyes, open your mouth, let your stomach shout an OMMMM stretch, relax, take care of your skin, eat properly, be gentle, give, never take, be honest. Work hard, sleep much,  run
The past is static its events shall not change Time can't be reordered, reduced, rearranged It happened, it's done, its effects have been applied
I was waiting for the light to turn green when a fragile, tiny leaf fell onto my windshield and started to dance across like a Russian Ballerina, delicately and flawlessly spinning before it flew away with the breeze.
Friends, what are friends? the ones that stick by your side the ones that are real Friends, what are friends? the ones that will never leave you alone the ones that will come to your funeral, when you're gone
Who peers out the window waiting in fear for A moment? A moment that confirms eternity- inferno or haven
They say "Don't follow others, just be yourself, Originality is key; it's all up to you". They also say "Don't be a freak, Don't hog all the attention, Not everyone can be the best", So what can we do?
Don’t hope for a tomorrow Better than all the ‘todays’ You have gotten Only when you realize that Today Is better than yesterday And tomorrow Is simply an echo of the future Will you find
My home Beautiful seasons of crimsons and greens Vast blue seas I’m sorry Our greedy hands Ripped through your trees Poisoned your air and clear waters And brought fire into your sky
In days to come I write of hope, I write of beaming white. I scrawl of joy and scribble truth, and smiling, sweet aloof.
Your eyes, green with flicks of brown. They swallowed me whole. They took my soul. They flipped my world world upside down.
As times to come are seen from heav'n above, As life's pasture of green is burning bright, When eyes of men so keen do nothing miss, When hearts of gold are gleaned in dying night,
Almost burned in the fire Didn't feel the burn, but I got the marks Generations getting higher and higher We left the atmosphere without any talks I find the mistakes that I've made
The old, faded wallpaper hangs on the walls Ripped in spots where the cat has tested her claws And where the wall meets the post of my bed. Small birds peck at the breadcrumbs thrown into the yard,
A trip forward to the future- a blast back to the past! We loath to sit and wonder- how time will go so fast.
A moment A moment shared I saw you in that moment We saw A moment shared A feeling A glance A man sitting at the bus stop I passed him I saw him To find yourself in that moment
Looking up at life, Watching time fly by: Eyes fixed on the future. A simple moment stops you, Surrounds you like a home: Eyes fixed on the now. Feelings. Senses. Sight. Smell. Contour.
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