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Hourglass City
Time is running out I’m running out of time Out of time, I am running Running time is out As I feel the hours of my days are finite The days of chatter and laughter The days of minuscule success and failure The days outside and inside But all that time has faded in the…
adolescence, adult, adulthood, child, Childhood, college, future, growing up, hourglass, kid, Life, poems, Poetry, writing, youth poetry -
Men in Green
The days of the artist are numbered Art is slowly dying in its own war As artists live life free of the shackles of society, free as a bird They weren’t freed; they were given a choice | Every day, artists produce something to entertain the common folk Bringing excitement, horror, comedy, love, and pain…
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Words Of a Feather 