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Chaz Moore May 2015
Still as blank pages and a pencil
My mind runs like icicles
Drips splat the cold concrete of my heart
Beating beating
A broken clock
As she sways in the warm summer night
On the height of my long cold mirage
Ms Levinson Apr 2015
Clock is sea animals
Clock is a mock
Clock is a rock
Clock get you up
Clock get you dow
Ash Saveman Apr 2015
Tick tock
Time is running out
What are you doing you worthless ****?

Tick tock
Goes the clock
Invading your dreams

Tick tock
No time left
Your failours are done and complete

Tick tock
Tick tock
TICK TOCK

The rythem burning through my mind

Tick ******* tock
Your time is over
R Dickson Apr 2015
Tick tock says the wall clock,
Tick tock is the noise it makes,
Round and round the hands go,
Sixty minutes is what it takes,

Tick tock the digital clock,
It's not what it says,
The digital clock is silent,
With no pendulum that sways,

Big and bold Grandfather clock,
Stands so straight and strong,
Usually in the hallway,
Wound up and never wrong,

All clocks are superfluous now,
If you need to know the time,
Check out your smart phone,
I check the time on mine.
Reverie Dawson Apr 2015
All good things come to a end.
You hope for a eternal relationship.
A timeless romance.
But our time is limited.
We only can live temporary.
Time is not everlasting.
You and your loved one will get older as seconds turns to minutes and minutes hours.
The clock is ticking continuously.
Never stopping when you are hurting or want some peace of mind.
Never forget that there is no infinity.
Appreciate this time you have with your loved one cause one day you will turn around and see that he is not there.
Time has got to him.
Engulfed him.
And you are left alone.
And you wonder were all the time went that you thought you had.
Don't let time fool you, into thinking you have eternity.
Noandy Apr 2015
I

Waiting for my clock to break an arm
I wonder why there are two moons
In the sky on the mirror above the ground
I stroll upon in the dark dark night
But who would listen to my footsteps
That contradict their own resonation
For I always walk
In sanity

II

How do we talk
And how do we walk?
Like innocence drowned in chalk
Or just abhorrence painted black?
Why does the mirror shatter?
It is because of beauty,
or a heart blackdusted, like this—
like   this
like   this
like   this
like   this
like   this
like
         this
like
         this
like
         this
like
         this
like  this
        dislike

III

Following your eyes and their dauntless form
I beat the tears out of the moon
In the bog where we used to mourn
For deceased children whose hearts shone bright
But who would weep along to us
Whose sirens live alone in contradiction
For we always talk
In sanity
Brooke Robinson Apr 2015
Minutes tick past noon.

Time
is
Wast-
Ing.

Your face grows pale, and your eyes fade.
Is this not what you wanted?

Life
is
Great.
Where
are
You?

You sacrificed for this moment.
You worked for this moment.

But
The
Mo-
Ment
Is
Leav-
Ing.

Your eyes fix on the clock, waiting for the future.

And
The
Mo-
Ment
Is
Gone.
theblndskr Apr 2015
After 12 seconds, the clock slaps me
" Earthling, what're you doin'?"

Me: "Oh, I'm killing you, immortal. And you?"
Clock: "Just, revolving 360 degrees since B.C.
            Now what if, I **** you?"

(Took off the battery . . . then saw another clock)
You see, nothing stops it. No one. But,
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