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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Stealing Time

I am a time bandit,
snatching moments where I can,
forcing minutes into hours,
creating some semblance of calm amid chaos.

You'll see me, peripherally
as time passes on a lazy afternoon.
While you're reading, lounging
in the garden's sunshine.

I'm snatching your time,
for my own timeline,
that I might patch a few more hours
into my all too brief days.


::work in progress::
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5 comments:

  1. Domonique June 27, 2011 at 11:55 AM

    For a work in progress it's really good.

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  2. GrassJune 28, 2011 at 7:18 AM

    i don't really like modern poems, i prefer the old ones with a nice rime and rhythm, although your poem seems to have a nice profound image....keep up the work :)

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  3. Ben DittyJuly 2, 2011 at 3:03 AM

    Really into this idea of a time bandit. Wonderful poem!

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  4. Aguilar ElliotJuly 21, 2011 at 4:01 AM

    you'll pay for stealing my time! : )

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  5. UnknownJuly 30, 2011 at 1:10 PM

    Thanks for all the feedback everyone!

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