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arielle Jan 2018
its twelve past 11,
twelve minutes
feels like
four ******* years
as i lay
motionless
in my bed,
thinking about
how i could had
prevented all of this
madness
from happening.
clocks tick slowly
No Name Jan 2018
Tic Toc Tic Toc
The clock is always winding up
Waiting for me to make a mistake
Even when I have nothing at stake
For I have gambled  
everything in Love
So when I lose
I only lose myself
In this world
Thats on the mercy
Of a clock.
I dont know
Blois Jan 2018
I will look at the clock again,
and again, tomorrow. And again
I will notice how late I come,
how old is my love, how old.
And I will look at the clock again
and will leave and you'll stay.
And the sea will also stay and I
will look at the clock again
and you'll stay with the day,
and tomorrow will be today,
and you'll stay, and I'll be gone.
But if I'd come earlier I wouldn't
have find you either,
have loved you either,
have need you either.
I wouldn't have what?
I wouldn't need a sword
to cut time in half.

I'll look at the clock again,
and again, tomorrow. And again
he will smile, mockingly.
All the same, I will look.
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Time flies like bullet everyday
Scrapping youthfulness as she speeds away
transforming and changing the way we look
Time has no special handbook
Telling us how to behave and live
Time takes away many opportunities
Yet valued as one of life's most precious commodities
It's like saying we don't deserve it
Yet real time cannot be dealt with
So call her the silent unseen enemy
Because She heads the aging army.

Time can chose to be both slow and yet aggressive
But to others she can become vile and abrasive
Especially when she claws evilly away at beauty
Leaving her sad ,all alone and empty..
And Wrinkled, useless and quite old ,
Left only with sad stories to be told
They say time waits on no man
So you have no time even if you can
It's so sad that time tells stories we don't believe
Time was here, Time is packed , ready to leave .
Time is a perpetual arrow that heads the aging army .
Martin Mikelberg Jan 2018
passageneticlock
Everyone who naturally age and pass, the genes tell the tale.
Rick Feb 2018
The thinkers mind does not stop
It beats on time, the bob drop
a small key winds back fates date
The greeter of  death's great gate
is sitting high with devil cries
and still he works, times fly by

the workers hard hands grow old
the metal inside is cold
circadian days were long
and every minute was spent wrong
this grandfather clock looks broke
from the time he spent awoke

he would work without a halt
hes been built, hes not at fault
a self made product, that's true
hes held together with glue
so with the long passing hours
he slowly lost his  power

The second hand too slow to spin
the clocks sound has grown real dim
the repair men cant heal it
a crack and they cant seal it
they speak like it's only trash
It had a hart, a hart thats now ash
Samantha Dec 2017
Is it something?
Everything?
All there is?
In this simulation
We call life,
Anything's possible.
An infinite echo.
A forever-ticking clock.
A perfectly sharp blade.
A rope, rough and ready.
She hangs it up.
To hang a picture.
A picture for HIM.
For us.
For everyone.
Echo,
          echo,
                    echo,
       ­   echo,
gone.
Monika? Is that you?
Star BG Dec 2017
As clock ticks away,
I rondevu with happy in dreams,
feeling its grand energies.
Aligning with a face that smiles.

I search dreamscape to find  way
to stop clocks unwinding so happy fills  senses.
each waking moment.

As clock ticks away,
I stand with fortitude in breath
feeling grounded with bravery in the moment
Aligning with love that echoes.

Alas mission completed,
as I smash its ticking face
to stop time and
bring Happy
to my awakened reality for evermore.
Inspired by
Kaitlyn A Warnken
Thank you
Star BG Nov 2017
My ticking heart is like a clock,
where in-between pulsations lie little secrets
like those housed in moments of a clocks hand.
My heart throbs as time and age merge
as face changes with wisdom of Father time.
But still the heart beats like clock
in musical charm to dance in the gift of eternity.
Inspired by Ganesha Michael Shapiro Thank you
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