All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Time
August 23, 2022
Sometimes I find myself,
Way too often,
Contemplating about the past.
How I wished to relive those moments,
even solely for some mere minutes.
But lately,
Way too often,
Time keeps leaking
Through the tips of my fingerprints.
Melting through the cracks of times,
And evaporating into infinity and beyond.
Memories to never be touch ever again,
not by me,
not by the past,
not by anyone.
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 1 comment.
LiteraryMe PLATINUM said...
on Aug. 23 2022 at 9:37 am
Great job with this! I love your word choice!
Growing up is a very scary process for some. Leaving your childhood behind, knowing you will never be able to go back in time to relive those moments. I think that’s what this poem is about, it is about the different complications one must go through as they grow up, as they realize that the past cannot be touched by anyone or anything. It is just a memory that lingers in your mind.