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Nothing is as far away as a minute ago.
No matter how hard you row against the tide
we can never reach it, never return there.

It's hard to sleep in the light of my regrets
that creeps through curtain and barriers
to rot away and bleach all things white.

It's hard to sleep knowing that no distance
is as far away as sixty small seconds ago.
Immalleable, we rot, and things turn white.
Just some thoughts.

New word time:
Immalleable not malleable!
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Athazagoraphobias Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I think this is why time travel is such a popular fantasy. We all want to go back to relive one experience or another, to fix something, to see something, to do something different. :)
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2013
Nods. Definately.
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sherbetblooms Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
The past can certainly haunt! Sometimes it's easier to simply let go...we need to press on, yes! :hug:
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2013
Interesting!
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haphazardmelody Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
So true.
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2013
:> Thank you!
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Zevais Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2013  Hobbyist
Everything is too close a minute from now.
I swim as hard as I can against the current,
its as if I'm standing in place, can't escape it.

It's too easy to rage in the darkness of my thoughts
that claw and tear down at all my walls
that I build as I stand in this black muck.

Its too easy to rage when the time I have left
could be as close as sixty long secongs from now.
Malleable, I'm bending, yielding to the black.
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Konjuku Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2013  Student Writer
Reminds me of a song by Incubus, 11.am.

It goes "The bedsheets cover the heat of choices I've made."

&, about your poem;

What I get is... the pain of pain's passing, not quite grasping time or what you do in it. Loved it.
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2013
:) Thank you! For me it was about missing the past.
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Naganeboshni Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2013  Student Artisan Crafter
time is the essence =D
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