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lanico Dec 2019
time is not happy with us now
time is not on our side

and the clock keeps tic-toeing
having my days counted
leaving an aching feeling in my
chest

time is over now and there's no turning back, because it is angry with me
and all the moments
and feelings
i’ve lost
and buried
Bhill Dec 2019
It's time
The clock is ticking
I've never worried before
It's ticking backwards
It's here
Time gives birth to  time
Can time be forgiven

Brian Hill - 2019 # 310
Do you TIME?
Colm Dec 2019
Try as ever you
May not be enough this time
As all clocks unwind
All you can do it try // A Clock // A Haiku // Unwound
Debbie Lydon Dec 2019
Desperation within these darker places,
I have an ironed out yearning to bid farewell to those faces,
Who chase me down their corridors of boredom,
I'm towel dried by routine and so stripped of wisdom.

That slithering hand around that cold, lifeless face,
****** and clockwise at one insipid pace,
Tells me I'm late and I've just missed mirth's deadline,
So here I am, consigned to this, life's callous, common flatline.

But I will rage and I will curse at the dust and dawn,
I'll think tightly of a polished image and forget that despotic yawn,
I'll beg truth to show me beauty, ardor and distress,
And I will open my enervated eyes to this old miraculous mess.
nadine shane Nov 2019
the nights devoid of holiness
always seemed
to find itself tangled
with the crestfallen visage
always plastered on mine.

a close acquaintance of mine
would be the moon--

glimmering and illuminating
the regrets and mistakes
emblazoned deeply
onto every fibre of my being.

my dreaded moment has come--
the clock made itself known;
reverberating
through the fragile threshold
i dared to call my home.

once more,
it made me a fool
for believing
i could be liberated
from this labyrinth.
make it stop.
RedBerry Oct 2019
An unknown feeling is lit up from inside.
Like my grandpa's fireplace, its fire is burning red.
Hand reaches up,
Trying to hold myself from burning up.

"Ouch!",
Nose scrunched up,
Brows all furrowed.,
My mind is ragged, my soul is beat...
When really...
Silence is all I crave.

Breathing slow and breathing deep,
The sweet pain is all I feel.
Call me mad, or call me crazy,
It won't hurt, cause I am already.

Oh-oh,
The unknown feeling has reached me now.,
Should I stay, or should I run?

Fighting, is what I do.,
With "Happy Thoughts",
And "Big Smiles"
But sometimes,
I still lose the fight.

Gasping loud, I open my eyes.,
I think the world, just took me apart.

Darkness is all around me.,
The feeling of wool under my skin,
As I realize it was just a dream.

My body unmoving,
My mind racing...
I can hear the silence I was craving.

But now, I feel stuck
And empty.,
Should I go back to sleeping?

Ohh...


But don't worry,
Whereas I am stuck, unmoving,
Time is running out.

One, two, three...
...tick-tock, tick-tock.,
Heat is slowly sinking,
And my heart is still beating.
Vic Oct 2019
My phone clock said it's 18:0011
And I wondered if I traveled back in time.
But then I realised, once again,
You can only do that after midnight.
A poem every day.
17-10-19
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