Tick Tock

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Trying to keep it in our hands
Like a thirsty child holding water
Slipping through our fingers
Time is precious

We take advantage of it
Not realizing the fact
That some of us have less time
And some even lesser than that
Time is precious

Don’t waste a single drop of it
Make the most of how much you have left
Use it all up wisely because
Time is precious

We’re all here today
We won’t be here tomorrow
Since we’ve got time right now
Lets stop complaining about our sorrows
Because time is precious


A poem that I was forced to write in 15 minutes in class. No editing, no revising, not even reading it over and I’m going to leave it just like that.

I am.

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It breaks me and rips me apart to see what you show me everyday,

Though all you are doing is throwing back what is already there.

You sit there staring and observing my reactions

Though you already know that it is pain indeed. Every. Single. Time.

~ living-in-a-parallel-universe

After the Love

When Love Dies

When love dies,
It ceases to exist.
And the flame that used to be,
Ceases to persist

It feels like a wound that won’t stop bleeding,
Like it’s your last breath you’re about to take,
And it feels like your soul’s watching,
And all you can do is pray you wake.

When love dies,
It’s like everything slows down to a stop
The tears that came rolling down your cheeks
Are taking ages to drop

To the cold tiled floor
I fell onto my knees,
It felt as if the light followed her shadow,
As she slammed closed the door…

Love died,
I know this because my soul died too.
And it was hurting as much
As all the pain I put her through.

When love died
I ceased to exist
The only thing that kept us together…
Ceased to persist.

by Billy Arends

Source: After the Love


No idea how this could possibly be inspirational? Oh but it is. The way the author has used simple words is inspiring. Words that don’t need to be looked up in the dictionary yet when combined in that order seem so powerful is inspiring. Filling up the voids of his broken heart with lyrics of his own poem is inspiring. Still don’t agree? Here’s something else. The photograph of the dead roses adds to the feeling of the poem. It invokes feeling. That is truly inspiring to me.

“You can find inspiration in everything. And if you can’t, look again.”
~Paul Smith