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Drake Brayer May 2016
The clock is ticking slowly
Its hands are counting down
The fires light below me
On dry land I start to drown

The deadline is drawing near
Its gleaming blade so clean
A razor's edge to the bite of fear
An echo within a waking dream

Its burnished steel is shining
Its varnished edge so keen
The silent fall oncoming
Its visage is so serene

The finale will be stunning
The death will be obscene
Once time is finished running
Silence will reign supreme
AW Sep 2015
It's two minutes past the deadline
The coffee he spilled has seeped into the wooden table
As if leaving a masterpiece of stains would somehow make it right
The boom caused by the implosion of his future still echoes in his head
As he lifts himself from the shallow puddle of confidence
That has almost dried up whole
The dirt under his fingernails is a reminder
Of the time he spent trying
To get this tree of missed chances and what-ifs
To grow again
His car keys and his passport he uncovers
From under a pile of broken promises
Maybe he can push back time
Following the sun
Written for an assignment to write something very different than wat you usually write, imposing a rule upon yourself to do the opposite of your usual style.
Jayanta Mar 2015
Now deadline entrapped!
Deadline to safe life
Deadline to take food
Deadline to drink water
Deadline to  breathe air!
Now dead line entrapped!
Deadline to recharge vitality
Deadline to recharge vanity
Deadline to recharge - cover-up felony!
Now deadline entrapped!  
Deadline to makeover
Deadline to sprawl
Deadline to crawl
Deadline to growl
Deadline to  haul!
Now deadline entrapped!
Deadline to  behold toxicity
Deadline to amuse atrocity
Deadline to submit buoyancy
Deadline to ****** and welcome grief I
It is the deadline for post modern reformation!
ashley May 2014
It’s 11:26 and I have no inspiration,
but then I remembered that outside there are stars
making pictures in the sky and reminding us
that our problems are nothing compared to the universe.

And somewhere there is a woman clutching her belly
as her husband squeezes her hand
because they are about to receive the greatest gift,
and their lives changed forever.

There is a couple lying together,
smiling silently in the dark, thinking the other is asleep
as they celebrate fifty years of marriage,
a love stronger than the word itself.

Out there, there is a child who first learned how to ride a bike
and a father who is proud to say “that’s my girl”,
and as he takes the training wheels off
he thinks about the day he’ll have to let her go.

Far, far away there is a man covered in camouflage,
and as he enters another day with an uncertain end,
he pulls out the picture of the girl back home,
and is reminded of why it is all worth it.

It’s 11:26 and don’t tell me there is no inspiration,
because as long as there are people still breathing
and a world still spinning,
then beauty comes as naturally as life itself.

— The End —