Poems About Time Novels & Stories

O baka naman ay nagsawa na sa pang-iinis sa kaniya? Iba't ibang tanong ang pumapasok sa isipan niya ng mga oras na iyon. Mga tanong na walang makakasagot liban sa kaniya. Inalis na lamang niya sa isipan ang tungkol doon at ibinuhos na lamang ang buong atensiyon sa ginagawa. Mahaba pa ang maghapon para maubos lamang sa mga walang kuwentang bagay. Time is gold. She don't want to waste any single of her time just for nothing.

“Wala iyan sa tagal o ikli ng pagsasama niyo. Kung talagang kagusto-gusto sa paningin mo ang isang tao, mawawala ang sense of time dyan. Hindi mo namamalayan na kahit maikli pa lang ang panahon na magkasama kayo, nahuhulog ka na pala dahil sa dami ng kabutihang nagawa niya para sa iyo.” Napangiti ako. “Hindi kwestiyonable ang oras?” Umiling si mama. “Kahit kailan ay hindi naging hadlang ang oras para sa pagmamahalan ng dalawang tao. Oo, magiging kontrabida man ito sa kalagitnaan ng relasyon niyo dahil ito ang susubok ng tatag niyong dalawa, pero lumilipas din naman, hindi ba? Sa huli, patuloy pa ring tatakbo ang oras at ang dapat mo na lang gawin ay hayaan ito at manatili sa kasalukuyan . Ti

Hindi ko na alam kung kakayanin ko pa na maulit ang paninigaw nya saakin. Ang mga tamis ng nakaraan, hindi padin nawawala sa isip ko. Ang bilis ng oras na mag-kasama kami at masaya noon. Pero ngayon, ang tagal ng oras sa tuwing nadadma ko ang sakit, ang bagal ng ikot ng mundo kapag may hindi kami pag-kakaintindihan. Napaka dugas ang mundo, hindi ako ang paborito. Hindi dn ako pinapaburan mula palang noon.

Time. A proverb once said that time heals all wounds no matter how deep they could be. Little did they know that time merely softens the pain and blurs the memories? Time could sometimes feel so short--- that's when we're making the most out of its seconds. Sometimes it feels so long--- that's when every second counts to a phase where we struggle. It extends to people, love and opportunities, so all we should be doing is try our best to keep what makes us the happiest, but learn to let go when something's too unbearable.

*** If I was ever frozen in time It wouldn't matter how when or why it would be As long as I knew that you were next to me... If I was ever frozen in time Frozen in time for eternity I get so excited when I hold your hand And just the slightest touch sends me right to heaven I forgot to that it′s supposed to feel like this You inspire my desire And showed me what I missed If I was ever frozen in time It wouldn't matter how when or why it would be As long as I knew that you were next to me Frozen in time for eternity As life goes on

I wanted to endure all the pain dahil alam kong kulang pa ‘yon sa lahat nang naranasan niya simula nang mahalin niya ako. But then, realization hits me of how time was the most unfair element on earth. Why? It takes longer when we wait, yet too shorter when we enjoy the moment. But right now, how could it be slow and fast at the same time? How could everything just sum up in a minute when I had all the night? Maybe because I was enjoying staring at the most beautiful woman while she was sleeping in front of me and at the same time, waiting for Tyler to be here and speak his version of truth. Anong oras kaya uuwi ang lalaking ‘yon?

Hindi sa pader. Kundi sa loob ko. “Alam mo ba kung bakit walang orasan dito?” tanong niya. Umiling ako. “Dahil ayaw kong maramdaman mo ang paglipas ng oras,” paliwanag niya. “Gusto kong maramdaman mo ang pag-ipon nito.” Lumapit siya muli. “Bawat segundo,” bulong niya, “utang mo.”

"Good morning din ho!" "Kumain na po kayo?" Agad naman siyang tumango. He was smiling. "Oo naman chef! Syempre baka magalit ka ho. Na malabo namang mangyari." Tumawa ako dahil sa sinabi niya. Hindi ko talaga nakakalimutang ipaalala sa kanila na kumain sa tamang oras. I would really feel guilty if they forgot to eat just because they were working too hard.

STELLA LUNA The strange thing about happiness—when people are genuinely happy, they rarely notice how quickly time passes because their hearts are too busy living in the moment instead of counting the seconds. But when someone starts caring too much, overthinking too much, or fearing the possibility of losing what they have, time suddenly feels painfully slow. Every minute becomes noticeable, every silence feels longer, and every passing second carries the weight of uncertainty. It is as if happiness allows people to forget time exists, while fear and attachment force them to become aware of every moment slipping away.

Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake, I let precious time go by Then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I can't deny What happened to the wonderful adventures The places I had planned for us to go? (Slipping through my fingers all the time) Well, some of that we did, but most we didn't And why, I just don't know