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as the clock of life
ticks away its years advance
unto a dotage
annh 1h
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“Struck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,

As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangel’s chime;

Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,

Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.

‘There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.’
- Sadie Jones, The Outcast
Jessica Sep 2
1:08 AM
My clock blinks like a star
Shimmering in the dark of my room
And I think of you
As I often do
And wonder if my thoughts
Are shining on three thousand miles away
Somehow reaching you
Where your clock winks
With the windows open
A delicate wind blows the purple curtains
I once picked out
A full moon lights your beautiful
Sleeping face
And a dream of my ceaseless love
Creates a casual timelessness
One you erased but I cannot
5:09 AM
lk ode Aug 30
Oh how the clock ticks on
the future becomes the past
and nothing changes
Pockets Aug 28
I think I'm gonna **** my alarm clock
Then father time
Spend the rest of my days
Trying to catch up with these children of mine
I wanna be the dad I never had
Before I get to old to do it
Then I wanna take my wife by her hands
wind her up one last time
And make love
until we both die
phlwest Aug 24
I only realize I’m late once I notice that the woman with
Medusa’s curls isn’t at the platform.
People as units of measure.
The clock of the world.
Guntang Aug 16
around the face
smiling bones
Yoh Esters Aug 4
A head empty with lies and water shallow enough to drown.
A clock never on time and a road always lost.
My Floor, has a Carpet of Sorrow.
So I keep weeping, in the Aisle.
My Bedroom Mirror, is Broken.
Which once held, My Beautiful Smile.
The Hands of My Clock, never Alter,
as things remain same at My Place.
My Broken Heart, keeps Weeping
and I run last, in almost every Race.
Our Affair, has finally Ended
and now U are free to Go.
I will watch My "Sunsets" Quietly.
As My Tears, roll down and Flow.
Kale Jul 25
I can’t take it any more
The clicking clocks
Drive me ****** insane
I am bored
I am going insane
I am inside
Talking to myself
I can’t even ensure that
This is my present reality
I am legit bored
Mad ramblings
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