Humans tend to believe they're all powerful but faced with the true force of nature's elements we are nothing but ants swallowed up In the vastness of ever changing environment more heavy rain destroying winds rising tides and arctic melting Ice This part we have to hold our hands up and claim responsibility for we have caused global warming Which will destroy us all trying to reverse the process far to late the clock been ticking on the situation to long to reverse Soon It Will Be Goodbye World for everyone
A world already ruined no reverse gear to shift to, the clock Is already ticking on an already doomed world and It's our doing
Tick tick tick, the sound was still ticking. Tickling my mind. Yet inside there was something still missing. I'm behind the curve. My mind can't keep up with my words. My brain can't pass its turn. Trying to stay awake is like biting into a stale steak... Its hard. My arm is so far away I can barely lift it. My legs are so stray they won't stay near me. Suddenly my eyes go black and I can think clearly. "Relax" says the cataracts of my soul (at its best). My synapses rest as I prepare for the synopsis of what's next. Dream on... Time moves fast, but the ticking chime moves so slow, everything in my mind goes out the window.
This is part two of the ticking clock poem where I fall asleep.
The clock is ticking Falling into the blue She acts like it’s not But I know it’s true The day will come The moment arrive And whatever is there Will slowly die And on this day She’ll take up her part And follow the others Into the dark Drifting away On the glassy sea Waving joyfully To miserable me.
All that’s left of him is a picture frame, once looked at over the armchair as coffee brews. A bar of soap, bought for him in the winter as we slombered along to the dull sound of static. His watch, worn day in and day out, as his world started and stopped with that watch. And a small bag that held love letters before those who wrote them claimed them in the estate sale.
There they sit in the cold dark night. Lonely and forgotten. The aftermath of a war, and a fight he lost. And all I can hear in the darkness, is the slow ticking of that watch.
To the one I lost, missing you hits in waves and memories. You will never be lost in me heart.
There's a clock above my head and a calendar inside my heart Ticking away the seconds, checking off the days 37 minutes til school's out today, 2 more weeks with my friends Before they leave Before I go off to college Before I'm miles away from everyone I care about (and even farther from the one that I love) Before everything I've ever known changes, ceases to exist
The ticking is incessant, it echoes in my skull Reminding me how little time I have left How I'm sitting here counting seconds And wasting all of them It makes me want to stop the clock, rip the calendar out of my heart, shatter time itself But I'm not brave enough or ****** enough or clever enough for that So instead I sit here like a self-made bomb, watching the fuse burn faster and faster And waiting for my life to implode
That spark of Inertia forced the cry from my throat And slipped anguish into your tea. Drowning the embers that burned there. While you set my sin into the gears of a time-worn watch, You sipped the licking flames, And brought out your creation, with ticking twitching hands, Into the day to burn.
little alice feels so small in the corner of the room The walls are quite empty The room is quite boring. Air becomes thick within layers overthinking shackles little alice little alice cannot think anymore.
sometimes little alice can hear a rabbit running outside she so desperately wants to follow him the little rabbit's watch ticks the clock ticks slower ticktickticktick tick tick tick