I am feeling empty.
It's a weird feeling.
Sad. But serene.
The world is busy. Moving constantly.
I am sitting here.
Everything is going forward. Evolving to new things.
I am standing still.
Time flies. The clock is ticking.
I am frozen in time.
Nothing happens.
beastkid7
BRAVO! I do the same thing!! poetry that is check my post!
till then
feats are being reached
feelings are being felt
and I'm in this chair
Moments have past me with in my grasp
fallen stars, pretty stars -all have past
but there are more to come
I'm young
recently read a Quote I would like to apply to my life
"Success isn't a result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire." ~Arnold H. Glasow
FairSquare
I wouldn't want to call my ramblings poetry.