Moments

By shedyk

Within these pages, we explore the spectrum of human experience. We embrace the fleeting beauty of a stolen kiss and the quiet triumph of overcoming despair. Some verses will bloom with vibrant imagery, while others will echo with raw, unfiltered emotion. This collection isn't a celebration or a lament – it's an honest reflection of what it means to be alive, in all its exquisite, contradictory glory.
Life unfurls in a tapestry of Moments!

• Language: English
• Publisher: shedyk
• Release date: Feb 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224085323

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Within these pages, we explore the spectrum of human experience. We embrace the fleeting beauty of a stolen kiss and the quiet triumph of overcoming despair. Some verses will bloom with vibrant imagery, while others will echo with raw, unfiltered emotion. This collection isn't a celebration or a lament – it's an honest reflection of what it means to be alive, in all its exquisite, contradictory glory.

Life unfurls in a tapestry of Moments!

The moment.

Fill my hands with sand,

Fill my mind with sighs.

Let the time flow through our veins,

Let the distance bind our sight.

Soaking into each other's embrace,

We blur the future and sublime the past.

We are frozen in the moment,

Devoid of hue, devoid of flickers, devoid of bout.

Script & Rhyme by

~Shedyk

Chronicles of Time

I got a pendulum in the house

Ticking away to my every thought

My notions attentive to its motion.

I relapse at the laps of every hour

Slipping away like quicklime

The final lap should come before I collapse.

How do I make my seconds rhyme?

When my mime is at its prime

Because this time surely cost a dime.

If God had a petition court

I’d ask him to slow down his Chronometer

Ask him for one more hour on the clock.

One more day on the week

One more week on the month

One more month on the calendar.

One more time to ask for more time

To make every minute minute count

To leave a good chronicle in time.

Script n Rhyme by

~Shedyk

It is Poetry

It is nothing and everything,

It is the source of words you write,

It is the destination of words you erase.

It is used to send a chilling message,

It is used to hide a reeling memo,

It is as plain as doodling, complex with meaning.

It touches souls and mends hearts,

It breaks barriers and traverses oceans,

It can even puncture unleavened spirits.

It makes hips sway, muscles tense,

It pulls winks and flies kisses,

It sojourns the inanimate yonder.

It is most sincere, most daring,

It is most flaring, most glaring,

It is most confusing when it is most straight.

It is amorphous when full of rhyme

It is spoken, written even mimed

It can