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My Time is Stuck in Traffic

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Published: April 25, 2018
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My Time is Stuck in Traffic
(a poem about over-thing when I am alone)

"Watching the seconds tick by..
Why, we all ask why,
At times does time fly?
While other times, it's on stand-by?
Well, for now, my time is stuck in traffic.
For me, this is actually pretty classic.
Happens a lot, just have to pull through,
Takes me a minute to think of something to do.
And that sixty seconds is an eternity.
I hear so many thoughts, so clearly.
Some are mine, some are intrusive,
Some are from others, so elusive.
Time can seem like forever when you over-think,
Trying to figure out all the missing links.
Tearing apart the maybe's and what if's,
Takes a while for my spirits to lifted,
Back to where I want it to be,
Where time is on my side, not my enemy.
When my thoughts are colorful and my own.
When I have the comfort of not being alone.
I hope, one day, I can get there myself,
All alone, just me, and nobody else."
-Alisa Danielle
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that`s awesome
i write anew poem about time,just wait my illustrator for his painting
but my poem it`s not so good, really love your write
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AliDee33Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks again! I really appreciate all your comments! :D :hug:
And I would love to read some of your poetry sometime!
I'm sure it is great too!
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Well said Ali! :) 
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Thank you, Toby! :nod:
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My pleasure Ali :)
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:tighthug:
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AliDee33Hobbyist General Artist
This poem, from this morning, I feel like, is a vast improvement from me other separation anxiety poems! It's not the happiest, but not the saddest either. I appreciate all of your love and hugs! :hug: :heart:
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Yeah, I skipped to this one first and left the older ones for later :blush:
I agree with you :nod:
You are very welcome, Sweetie :glomp:
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:glomp: :D :love:
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