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message 1: by Richard, Mind of Sanity (new)

Richard (ddaythecannibal) | 3078 comments Mod
Choose the Theme

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message 2: by Richard, Mind of Sanity (new)

Richard (ddaythecannibal) | 3078 comments Mod
Okay this month's theme is TIME!


message 3: by Ross (new)

Ross Bauer (nightlightknight) Ephemera

Waves ripple across the same
Mounts rise to fall like sand
Winds whisper an ephemeral name
footsteps frozen where you stand
The world whirls by in a turning
Change changes familiar strange
A fire born, dies in a burning
Rigidity reforms to rearrange
Where have they gone?
The old newborn days
An aged husk when born
Memory is all that stays.


message 4: by Richard, Mind of Sanity (new)

Richard (ddaythecannibal) | 3078 comments Mod
Tiddle Pup

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message 5: by Richard, Mind of Sanity (new)

Richard (ddaythecannibal) | 3078 comments Mod
I'm just posting this to make it appear before September's.


message 6: by Richard, Mind of Sanity (new)

Richard (ddaythecannibal) | 3078 comments Mod
T-I-M-E


message 7: by Alstroja (new)

Alstroja Cunningham Hey, I'm still new to the group. So we write something time related? I just want to know before I start posting stuff on here.


message 8: by Richard, Mind of Sanity (new)

Richard (ddaythecannibal) | 3078 comments Mod
Yes. If you want a complete rule thing go here;

http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/9...


message 9: by Alstroja (new)

Alstroja Cunningham Thank you sir.


message 10: by Richard, Mind of Sanity (new)

Richard (ddaythecannibal) | 3078 comments Mod
No problem.


message 11: by Jo (new)

Jo | 2 comments Alone



the phone plays a melody,

pressing the end button

forty seven minutes later,

the house feels larger,

empty and cold

***

New here...this group looks amazing and I love this monthly challenge.


message 12: by (S) (new)

(S)  | 195 comments Place


I can't place my first memory.

Whether it was hanabuchi

or the japanese ie-aa.

I remeber my brothers hand.

Or my mothers fan.


I remeber my brown bare feet.
i didn't look at hanabuschi.
Hyung nim did.
I remeber Nan-di
the adjumma with the seeds.

I remeber the.. pause.
In the perfect looking ie-aa.
The richest thing i'd seen in my life.
I never knew japan was so nice.
but it wasn't inside.



I remeber the visits to sobo and sofu.

Once a summer they'd buy the ticket.

And off to japan we'd go in the crickets.

The time was so long when i was little.

my brother so tall when i was little.



And time went like that all for a while.
Then country changed to city.
mountains to Sky scrapers.
And Seoul was so michi,
Tokyo was crazy.



And then it was big.

america is huge.

Takes days to get across.

Insted of a few minutes.


time was so fast.
Time is so fast.
Time is something.
I won't let pass.


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hanabuschi- korean grandfather
ie-aa- japanese hosue
adjumma- old women
sobo sofu- japanese grandmother grandfather
michi- korean crazy


message 13: by . (last edited Aug 24, 2012 07:01PM) (new)

. | 10 comments Rust In Peace


Abandoned and forgotten
left to rust
no longer valued
no longer cherished
not much to look at
well, not anymore
just a bunch of old nuts and bolts
piled up on the floor

Once so full of life
a true sight to be seen
oh… such strength, such power
all polished and gleaming

Intelligence unmatched
I filled them with pride
from entertainment to security
I was there to provide

Paid the bills, did their taxes
walked the dog, washed the cars
I could calculate the distance
from here on earth to mars

School work and parties
played games, performed plays
full of laughter and fun
oh…those were the days

But nothing last forever
or so that’s what they say
nothing but maybe memories
and even they will eventually fade

So as the minutes turned to months
then on to years
it all seemed so fast
like the spinning of gears

Seasons changed
as time too quickly ticked by
my family they grew older
and then eventually all died
moving on to a place
I’m never to follow
not just buried in the ground
but somewhere more hallowed

And here I am left
all by myself, completely alone
in a quiet too quiet
as darkness descends
no one around to wind me
power wound down long ago
here I sit and stare blankly
with not a soul…not a sound


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