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I Remember

I rememeber the times you made me cry. I remember the times you made me laugh. I remember the times you made me smile. I remember the time you broke my heart. I remember how you looked that day. I remember i cried and ran away. I remember that day so clearly and I also remember the rain.I remember lonely nights and dark days.I remember thinking I will always feel this way.I remember the good times and the bad times.I remember thinking about you day and night. I remember your warm embrace when you returned back to me that day.I remember my world returning again. I also remember me telling you I never want to see you again!
Ashley Richmond

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I watch time wondering, phasing in and out contemplating thought. Doubt, empty of holding reason; but still remains confused. With movement to walk, to run, to crawl is a struggle bending, stretching, fainting, pushing for discovery, dancing for life. Growing weak, failing, alluding strength, rested on mediation, as time sleeps. In deep sleep, time rests from reality aware of non-existence. Time's anger demonstrates pride. As if life so complacent with time, mediating space feels love has become obedient to nature. Is the ordinance of time a means of human error? Is life so consumed with certainty of pain that desire, a need, a want, a hope, a prayer is insolvent of any imposition? Is our purpose in life chasing dreams of uncertainty, misguided in direction an incongruent matter? We live in the disparity of doubt that has taught us to be indifferent to opinion, insubordinate to change, and defiant to World order, incognizant of reason, we fight, we plead, we challenge our fate, valuing the life that has taught us all to pray.
Angela Khristin Brown

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This Thing Called Time

To: The One, I will spend the rest of time and eternity with.

Time can be an enemy, yet sometimes be a friend,
There is a time that we all grow, and then a time we mend,
Time that seems to make us late, can sometimes make us cry,
There is a time we call our life, and then the time we die.

Time is used to measure days, we spend here on this Earth,
It helps divide the times in life, and re-calls all from birth,
It is a constant from this world, and then it fades away,
Taking all within its grasp, and making a new day.

Time it seems can measure space, and all ones distant travels,
It rushes us throughout our lives, and then delays arrival,
There's always time for disappointment, and appointed time,
But time that's somehow wasted, seems such an awful crime.

Time can not be bottled, nor packaged in a bag,
But when it's managed wisely, time seems not to lag,
This timely realization, sometimes is not remembered,
Events that seem so timely, though cherished may be squandered.

And now you have, your space in time, for all that it is worth,
To you it seems, a grand old time, your life upon the Earth,
But you will see, that time flys by, and empties your lifes cup,
So make it count, this thing called time, before it's all used up.
Daniel Lloyd Kennedy

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A Time To Bury Sorrow

A time for you and a time for me,
to be whatever, we choose to be;
to set our sights, to reach the peak,
to realize goals, we truly seek.

A time to dwell. on things long past,
a time to think, on things that last;
on family, friends and things that matter,
on things that endure and do not scattter.

A time to laugh and a time to weep,
a time for treasured things to keep;
a time for reflection on how we feel,
a time to mend and a time to heal.

A time to live and a time to die,
a time for joy and a time to cry;
a time to smile and a time for tears,
a time for God to calm our fears.

A time to despose of loved ones dead,
A time to get on with the day ahead;
To blot out death and face the 'morrow,
To clear the mind and bury sorrow.
david lessard

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