Feet under crystal green water Fragments of debris float in circular motions Tracing the minds pondering nature World passes as if turning backwards Return to the former place one of purity The corruption brought forth a small death One of little significance yet large impact Only personal not important
The clocks are abused Mistreatment of age delivers ****
Where to begin? How to tell a well structured story of a,b,c order when life reigns in chaos? I wait for moment to strike for glorious inspiration to dawn in lightened euphoria, but I fear it will not come. How sure am I to be of this moment? When I can feel the clock drain. It ticks and ticks i n s i s t e n t l y, counting over the hours and draining of sand. And while I sit here watching the arrow round the clock, what of the billboard plastered behind? In my fixation for alarm's ring the flash of neon glow is dull to my senses. I read not the words. My moment of finding never goes, never comes. I w a i t and time passed by. And what now? Should it all be over? I have watched the tick of clock, waited for my time to run bare with little I can show. What have I amounted to in my search for meaning? What have I left plastered, unread to that now pealing board?
Imprinted on my mind To think of you a thousand times Before the minute was over
Hollow as the sounds echo Nothing to hang onto , I must let go New hour has begun
But silence fell over the voiceless voice That feeling of thinking I had a choice. The dark day has arrived .
Million words , a million ways, to say I love you, and not a letter missing out of eight. It's been a week
Eternity line snapped, hopeless string. And I believed in every Viber of my being. How many months has it been.
Rewind and please stop , I'm dieing In your world , I'm not even trying But my minutes are years .
However long this eternity takes it to be I'll always wish someday you'll know me Even after 6 years of "nothing"...
How do you heal a bruise on your mind? I have yet to find out to erase memories. How can one person sit on someones mind till that person is crushed? . Every minute of every day . I think of every moment I let slip away . Don't let go of love . Even know love let go of you.
cloaked in night’s shadows swaddled in silence but for the ticking clock and the gentle rumble of an aeroplane overhead glowing street lights cast shadows on whitewashed walls as wayward cats slink stealthily home comforted by cosy warm beds and the sound of the ticking clock
As midnight strikes I wage wars with invisible enemies that will never breach your side of the snow globe. And you'll wake like my nightmares are your dream catchers. You'll wake and catch sunlight, dew drops and morning air. You are in the bubble of where good things still happen. You are where I am not.
And sometimes I still wonder how you get the better end of the bargain, while I only get nostalgia, unhealthy coping mechanisms and nuclear explosion barren spaces in my heart.
I can't see past old horizons and what's stuck ticking restlessly on blank canvass walls has always been a marker dividing my present from yours.