Time

rbrower

Well-Known Member
Original Poster
Addicted

You cannot walk away from me.
I picked you. This is my decision.
You are no longer in control.
I have made the decision for you.
I am your addiction.
I make you who you are.
You cannot let me go.
You are lured in by me, provoked by my prospects.
I bring you happiness. I know that I please you.
You can try to walk away all you want.
I know the outcome of this.
This is all just a game.
How long do you want to play?
Run as fast as you can, I dare you.
I have the upper hand.
I don’t need you, but oh, do you need me.
You are pulled in by my gravity. Your whole world revolves around me.
Keep on running from your addiction.
You can only run for so long before you will need me.
How long do you want to play?



(By the way, this isn't about drugs or alcohol, or anything of that matter. Let's see if anyone guesses what it's really about. :lol: )
 

Gucci65

Well-Known Member
Time is a curious thing. It goes on, no matter what happens.
Every second of every day passes, the hands of the clock circling around continuously. It doesn't matter what fills up that time, whether it's happy or sad. Even in the moments where it feels like our world is crashing down around us, time marches on, becoming the pulse of our lives. Seconds pass, minutes pass, days pass, years pass. We learn to move on, to smile again.
That doesn't mean that our lives will be filled with constant happiness though. There are sure to be tears and moments where crying on the bathroom floor is the only thing that we can do. Frustration, anger, depression will all pass through us. We lose things, people that are important to us. Over time, we get so accustomed to those who surround us and what makes us love them that, when they graduate to bigger and better things, we can't let go of them. We hug them, never wanting to let go. We are scared that we will ultimately lose ourselves if we lose them. We feel as if, when we stand in front of a mirror, our reflection will no longer be there. We are scared that we will lose sight of who we are over time.
Tears form in our eyes when we think of seniors who have graduated and moved on or loved ones who have passed away, leaving us with only memories to keep them alive in our hearts. The truth is that we never lose them, though. They are always in our thoughts. We will always have our memories of them, and chances are, if they were meant to be in our lives, they will reappear over time.
We can't dwell on the past, because all it is truly is time that we no longer have. We have to keep moving forward, to keep our eyes on the horizon. We have to look forward to the bigger and better things awaiting us. Some things are meant to happen, some things meant to be lost. We have to learn to accept the losses in our lives, to see endings as brand new beginnings.
The sun will continue to shine. Our reflection will still be there whenever we walk past a mirror. We never will let go of the pain that we experience, the people that we lose. We shouldn't have to let go of the people that we love, the people that mean the world to us. But when they take the next step in their lives, no matter where it shall be, we have to let them keep on walking. We have to let them move on. We will experience the love, the hate, the happiness, the anger, the envy, the fear, the success, all of it. But we will experience it, we will smile, we will laugh, we will cry, all over time.


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Very true and beautifully put!!:sohappy:
 

EpcotServo

Well-Known Member
I got one...

once I rose above the noise and confusion

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion...

I was soaring ever higher

But I flew too high.


Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man.

Though my mind could think I still was a mad man.

I hear the voices when I'm dreaming...

I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son.

There'll be peace...When you are done.

Lay your weary head to rest.


Don't you cry no more.*


(*May be not be an original poem , may in fact be Kansas Lyrics.)
 

rbrower

Well-Known Member
Original Poster
I got one...

once I rose above the noise and confusion

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion...

I was soaring ever higher

But I flew too high.


Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man.

Though my mind could think I still was a mad man.

I hear the voices when I'm dreaming...

I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son.

There'll be peace...When you are done.

Lay your weary head to rest.


Don't you cry no more.*


(*May be not be an original poem , may in fact be Kansas Lyrics.)
Cheater...:lol:
I still like it though. :D
 

rbrower

Well-Known Member
Original Poster
Remembering You

The rain is relaxing as it falls on the window sill.
The distortion of sound, the enticing smell.
They all beckon me, pulling me in.
But then I remember you.
Why did you have to love rain so much?
We had danced together in the rain.
Waltzing around as our bare feet stepped in deep puddles.
We kissed in the rain, time seemingly frozen.
Isolated from the rest of the world, our romance blossomed.
It blossomed into a beautiful sunflower, basking in the sunlight.
You also loved flowers.
Why does everything remind me of you?
Every drop of rain, every flower petal, everything. Everything looks like you.
Your name is imprinted onto every inch of every object that I see.
I’m sorry for what I did.
I know that you don’t want to come back.
Please, give me a second chance.
All that I can do now is remember you and go rushing back through the memories.
The rain still pours in the streets outside, and the thoughts of you only continue to flow.
 

Disneyson 1

New Member
Wow, these are great! The time one especially stuck with me. I usually think like that, and although most people seem to think that a positive person can't think that way, we all know they can. In fact, I think that many a labeled "Pixie Dust Smoker" share a lot with a "Negiative Nancy". And the addiction one is quite good, it works on many levels!

Am I a smurf now?
 

rbrower

Well-Known Member
Original Poster
Wow, these are great! The time one especially stuck with me. I usually think like that, and although most people seem to think that a positive person can't think that way, we all know they can. In fact, I think that many a labeled "Pixie Dust Smoker" share a lot with a "Negiative Nancy". And the addiction one is quite good, it works on many levels!

Am I a smurf now?
Thanks! And that is very true.

Yes, you can definitely be a smurf, or a troll, whatever you choose...:lookaroun
:lol:
Just wondering...does anyone (besides Evan or Nick) know the reasoning behind the troll and the smurf? :lookaroun
 

rbrower

Well-Known Member
Original Poster
My feet are planted firmly in the ground, but my heart is racing.
With each beat, another butterfly flutters in my stomach, my nerves about to explode.
Everything in the world is finally the way I want it though.
You are looking me dead in the eye, and I can read that smirk on your face.
I know what this means.
I still stay in place as you continue to walk, your feet taking turns pounding into the ground.
Your pace stays the same, my heart beating four times between each step.
I have waited for this moment for so long, I have craved you.
You’ve always belonged with me. It was never supposed to be any other way.
I can’t believe that you’ve finally realized it.
A smile brushes onto my face, no humiliation now.
But then I feel the sleeve of another brush against my shoulder.
Your gaze no longer meets mine. It meets his.
I realize that you were never looking at me, smiling at me. It was all for him.
All that I can see is the back of his head, only a few feet away from me.
You stop to gaze into his eyes, to run your fingers through his hair, to kiss his lips gently.
It’s as if I’m watching this all on a movie screen, knowing that I’m not the one you choose.
Your golden locks of hair glimmer in the light of the hallway, close enough for me to touch.
You seem miles away though, in a different world.
My feet are still standing on the same crack in the tiles, in the same hallway.
I feel as if I’ve traveled to a different universe though.
I can’t break down right here. I just can’t.
The tears are welling up, my breaths getting shorter and quicker.
Frustration, depression all builds up inside of me.
You’re still blind to my affection, something that controls my every move.
How can you not see?
 

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