#ticking
Lights are flashing,
Breaths are suffocating,
Limbs are trembling.
It whispers in my ears,
Echoes in the room
Flooding me with constant nausea.
Do you deserve to be free?
Do you deserve to feel glee?
Come on how, hurry up and tell me.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Time is of the essence.
The clocks ticks
Seconds, minutes, hours, days
Until I'm gone
I wish to be stuck in the past,
Never the present,
At least I know whats waiting for me there.
Sew up other’s tears,
Hide your problems since no one cares,
Keep smiling or else you’ll get stares.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Time is of the essence.
The deadline to choose is coming soon:
Be trapped in the guilt again
Or go to the bridge again
The bridge where I fell,
Down down down
Letting the darkness swallow me.
Let the shadows follow you,
Let the flame burn through,
Because you deserve pain- you know it’s true.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Time is of the essence.
The leaves are falling,
In the constant dullness.
Where are you sun?
I need you.
Help me please.
Tell me what to choose.
Time is running by,
Say your final goodbye,
And please don’t cry.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock.
Time is of the essence.
I love you,
I always will
But I need you to promise me one thing:
Please don't lea-
DING
DING
DING
Times up little gaunt,
What do you want?
Don’t worry I won’t taunt.
Time.
I just want more time.
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 4:50 AM UTC
I heard it early on,
Shortly after birth...
That time when I was thrown
Into this place upon the earth
The constant, constant ticking,
The ticking of a clock
The day’s and hours clicking;
Tomorrow’s mental block
---
Sein-zum-Tode, I know her –
Pulling me ever closer
And pushing me ever further
From yesterday, once-over
Today, I hear it loudly;
Sometimes I hear it not
And thinking things profoundly:
This ticking has to stop
.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
Ticking time bomb friends
Will lay themselves dead
Before you can understand
What's going through their head.
Death filled minds
With death dripping hands
Might include you
In their end of life plans.
You'll see the knife wounds
Cross hatching chests
You'll see the pills
That one day will put them to rest.
Death filled minds
With death dripping hands
Might include you
In their end of life plans.
They'll show you razors,
Knives and blood.
You'll never ask why
They'll never mention it again.
You'll excuse the rope you find
Filling up corners
You'll ignore sturdy beams
With chairs underneath them.
You won't think twice
When they ask for one bullet.
Maybe you'll be the one to put it
In ticking time bomb hands.
Death ridden minds
With death dripping hands
Might include you
In their end of life plans.
It's not your fault.
How could you have known?
You've made an art out of ignoring.
You assume the blood and gore meant
nothing.
It was just a bad night.
It's not your fault.
How could you have known?
It's not like you've lost
Every other one you've known.
It's okay.
It's really not your fault.
You can never stop
Death ridden minds
With death dripping hands.
You can never help
Your ticking time bomb
Friends.
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
clock is ticking,
waiting for that question,
am i seeing you again or am i not.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC
Synchronised
Clocks ticking
Slowly move away
No longer in sync
Dead.
/written a world apart/
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
I look at the friends I made in my life and come to realize how time has changed us, Some of us would be proud of who we've become while others would've never expected the path they took. We've all grown to see each other as a family of sorts, but only I have noticed the clock ticking away at the corner of my eye. Day after day, the clock becomes louder until I realize that the clock is a signal, and that signal is when I'm supposed to catch the last train home
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
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
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC
Tic, tic, tic
BOOM.
Ticking.
I am a ticking time bomb
and I’ve been doused in gasoline.
I feel like I’ve been snagged
on a fishing line
and I’m being reeled in.
A fish hook in my heart?
My heart is liable to drain.
Fully.
Have you seen a drained heart?
Empty.
It looks empty
about as empty as I feel.
This is all over the place.
I guess it is true what they say,
you lose your mind before you lose
your life..
which would mean
Death should be honored.
I am close to Death and
Death is close to me.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC
Time is ticking
Time is fleeting
But most of all
My heart is beating
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 8:57 PM UTC
An old horse smiles behind my mouth.
Scars of time hang from its gums.
Physical renditions of the ticking hand,
Going around the sun,
Beating down,
Weighing down.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
Inside this poetic mind of mine,
Lies a monster that's ticking time..
A monster who is being pushy,
Making me write everyday..
Even when I got nothing to share,
He whips his whip without care..
Making me bleed my words out,
Blood turns into ink...
Until I've come up with something new,
The monster will continue to torture me..
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
Ticking Tocking never stopping
Beeping Booping always bopping
Never stopping, always going
Ticking Tocking Beeping Booping
Sliding Slipping never ending
Scratching Scrawling always working
Never ending always weeping
Sliding Slipping Scratching Scrawling
Clicking Clacking never ceasing
Flipping Flashing always blending
Never ceasing always numbing
Clicking Clacking Flipping Flashing
Pulling Praying never halting
Wanting Wishing always failing
Never halting always craving
Ticking Sliding Clicking Pulling
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
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.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
the colored light forms the hours
the minutes
time ticking away
there is nothing left for this day
but i cannot go to sleep
for i always have light on me
you can’t unplug me either,
because then you cannot wake up
i can’t wait for the power to go out forever.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
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.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
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.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
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 stupid 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
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
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.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
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
the room
can't breathe
tick
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC