The Rules of Time

What is Time? 

Why do we think we have it thus not knowing our dial's expiration date. 

Today. 

Tomorrow. 

Is it just a construct to standardize the steadiness of dormant desires? 

A tool used by humanity to excuse ambitions in the measurement of others? 

What if it weren't used to measure. 

What if it didn't exist. 

Would our hearts be more full with no beat? 

Time leads love; can love not lead the other?

We believe that it is disastrous. 

Scary, even. 

To give love with no time. 

An ally once said "I love you" in seven days. 

With distance. 

They proved time wrong. 

With love. 

And has a new soul bond. 

There is no rule to love that is real. 

Only standards surrounding, you. 

Love has once been an enemy. 

But under that mask, was time. 

I shall let my radical passions run wild. 

With no apology. 

And yet i sit in minutes, hours, days, with my thoughts. 

Wondering if i'm wasting time. 

Or if time is wasting me.

CDSJ

In Another Universe: A poem in Blank Verse

I’ve felt a strange ripple in my timeline 

Like something has went completely wrong 

And this something only myself had felt 

I am ashamed to admit what happened 

Bitterness here I promise is not held 

nor is that green eyed monster that we know 

But I would not be true to myself if 

I stated I didn’t feel anything 

Its the first thing I’ve felt since I let go 

of my very first sense of love and pain 

The ripple in time I think is an error 

Yet my soul is content with the outcome 

Of you in love with an alternate me 

I have been studying to express my thoughts 

With clarity how I feel about this 

I still don’t hold the words my heart won’t say 

But somewhere in another universe 

We are together how it should have been

But where I have to live in this wrong time 

She keeps up with a name that’s not only mine

-CDSJ