#timetravel
Within, that eye holds future,
Past.
Memories surrendered, once held,
Fast.
First time travelers, home,
At last.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 4:54 PM UTC
The Gentle Carpenter's Time-Mallett
(Theoretical Physics Professor Ronald Mallett)
Apollo is relative to Phobos and Mars.
The Soviets did want the Moon
Honoring the god of war!
So Apollo touched Diana
But mostly out of Fear!!
But one thing I'm liking mighty fine!
It is Cupid and Psyche who are conquering Time!
Eight years old:
His Father dead!
The wraith of cruel tobacco
Still stenching his curly head!
Agony for a little Boy
All the age of 8!!!
Yet he followed Cupid's ways
Not the ways of Mars and hate.
Determined, little, ebony Boy
One day took a look
At a bit of colored paper;
A Classic Comic book.
A life of dreaming wondrous dreams!
Strange Loner so he seemed to be.
But days and nights and years of thinking hard!
Then breakthrough!
Frame-dragging was the key!
But Reality is what it is.
Can't go back far enough to rescue Father!
When he learned it can't be done
He must have wondered why he'd bothered!
But what one Great soul imagines
Another soul can do.
And not just Verne and H.G Wells
But Isaiah, John and Jesus too!
The Cosmos runs a circle-course
Wraps Space-Time round the Universe,
So Humanity still has a crack
To get its lost and loved ones back.
And Heaven's just a giant cube
About 4840 cubits*
And Scientists will build that cube
For Faith and Science tango-dance
As Psyche does with Cupid!
What a sight that it will be!
(Us Uploaded, safe and fancy free!)
So Papa's safe: I guarantee!
*Revelation 21:16
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 2:23 PM UTC
If you went into the future
And i stayed back here
And you found out that i would die
In... about a year
Would you tell me and risk it
Risk me going into despair
In hopes that with this information
I'll be more careful cause im aware
Aware that i could die
Aware what will be my end
And maybe i could avoid it
Maybe my fate will bend
Or would you tell me not to worry
Tell me everything will be fine
Let me live in peace
And when the date comes, it's done
Would you tell me not to worry
But remind me life is short
Make lots and lots of memories
And just give me your support
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 6:23 AM UTC
Someone once told me
we’re all time travelers.
Not with machines,
but with our minds.
When we think about the future,
we travel forward
we see what could happen,
and by making choices in the present,
we change that timeline.
When we remember the past,
we travel back
reliving what once was,
learning, feeling,
sometimes wishing.
It’s strange and beautiful,
how our mind bends time
with just a thought.
Even in this present,
as I delay my work,
I know I’m already
altering the future. XD
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 12:04 AM UTC
i wonder what it's like
to see the future.
is it cooler that way?
knowing what comes next?
what to do?
and what not to do?
or is it better not knowing?
it's probably better not knowing,
as much as i would love to
see the future -
it's better to not.
that's probably why we can't see the future.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
In the breath of time, I gasped a second of a dream –
to clock it all in a single second; to live off seconds,
to starve on scraps, constantly second-guessing
myself. It feels like going back, stepping into my
past – a time traveller, as much, wandering the
ruins of yesterday.
Give me a second to catch my breath; here in this
second stanza; I wear each stanza like armour–
armour stitched from broken words, to fight for
peace in armour, to piece together what’s left of
honour. Where hell meant to crush my thoughts,
I cover my head with a helmet, shielding my
mind from the fire.
And if they break my bones – I’ll pick a bone with
_the breaking,_ laughing in the face of the fracture,
gnawing on the marrow of pain until it tastes like
defiance. Every scar another tick of the clock; every
second I stand, I steal back from the seconds that
tried to finish me.
Call me a time traveller, for I’ve learned to turn
broken seconds into futures
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
Over the years music has played an important role in my life.
When I was upset, I played music to cheer myself up.
When I was happy, music sat by my side and cheered with me.
When I was depressed, music wrapped its cozy arms around me and acted as a close friend.
My shoulder to lean on.
My words when I couldn’t think of anything to say.
The reason why I was strong when everything tried its hardest to make me weak.
The one thing that I will always welcome to soothe me.
The music that graces my ears is as diverse as the colors of a rainbow.
Each one has its own significant meaning
and is a beautiful site to see and feel.
The words of my favorite songs float
from my speakers,
to my ears,
and then to my soul.
I like the songs I like
and I love the songs that I love.
There are many genres of music.
And me being the unique individual that
I am,
I can’t stick to one genre.
if my ears and soul dig a song,
Why can’t I do the same?
The 511 songs on my phone are shuffled.
When I press play, rock music could start the show.
Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Aerosmith, The Eagles, or the Police, or Jimi Hendrix.
If I fast forward to the next song, rap might take the stage.
Tupac, Ice Cube, 3 6 Mafia, Bone Thugs N Harmony, Ludacris, TI, Lil Wayne, Drake, J.Cole.
Pop songs could pop out next.
Michael Jackson, The Weeknd, Sam Smith, Ariana Grande, Lizzo, Doja Cat, Lady Gaga.
R&B would want to follow.
New Edition, Adina Howard, Brandy, Erykah Badu, Aaliyah, TLC, Fantasia, Beyonce, Keyshia Cole, Amerie, Ashanti, Usher.
BTS, Blackpink, or Jay Park might conclude or continue the show.
As they always do.
Each song I jam to is distinctive.
I feel as though no one song is the same as the next.
My phone is the time capsule that contains the treasures to my ears.
I may start in the 1970s and travel to the 2000s.
Or I may start in the 2010s and go back to the 1990s.
Whichever song decides to play first, I will always listen to it like it’s my first time.
Mia J
3-14-2021
© 2021 Mia J
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
I taught children to write cursive.
And how to drive a stick.
In fact, they learned my boomer tricks,
Like reading, walking, talking.
They learned about winning, and all about losing, with dignity.
They learned about friendship, loyalty, honour, trust,
And perseverence.
They learned that truth, as hard as it might be, was ok.
These cannot be discarded.
And yet, today's child is not for these times.
They are time travellers.
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 10:39 AM UTC
String,
A
thing
A
Song
From
The
Past it sing
What joy it could bring
If?
There was
one
change
Stop
that
December shot
so mean!
We lost
# 9 Dream.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
Songs are just like bookmarks in life.
We don't notice things;
it is how we take down time.
The lyrics, the melody, the mood,
and the feelings—yeah!
A single line of a song can take you
back to a moment in time.
May 31, 2024
May 31, 2024 at 2:45 PM UTC
The ideal mindset is that everything will eventually be ok, that calm will come after the storm.
But as I sit here on the back of the bus watching a child’s tiny hand trace the window in a pattern I’ll never understand, I realize that I’ll never get that back.
I’ll never get back a time where I could just be happy.
May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 1:33 PM UTC
hey, hi, hello
—this is your life,
the view is vaguely familiar
out of the passenger seat window,
two years of autopilot
isn't generally recommended—
the mind can time travel or so it thinks
unannounced comings and goings,
quiet reintroductions occur daily
as to alarm no one of your departure
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 12:44 PM UTC
I'd be broke
no doubt
no one knows about the internet in the 20's
so my programming skills wouldn't get me very far
I haven't read enough about historic sporting events
to make any money gambling
I wouldn't even know how to apply for a job
would I have to use a typewriter to type my resume?
I could start a moonshining business
but I wouldn't know where to get the moonshine
I could predict the future for a fee
but I would be limited to things that happen in the distant future
perhaps I could write a fictional novel of a dystopian future
and just write my memoir of everything I can remember
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
I wait for this weird blue box to land on my yard,
piloted by an alien who invites me to travel far
because I feel so lonely and depressed on Earth
that I make dreams out of my scars
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
We cant turn back time
we can re establish its occurrence
and turn time on its back
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
Here I can't explain you the date,
May be it's humanities fate.
We have reached a way higher,
In science and technologies tier.
The age is of time,
Where you can sublime.
Into the verses of technology,
Into the time and space's analogy.
This is the era of warm-holes,
And the era of time travel,
In which you can travel whole,
Into the any world's navel.
Set up to stop the light and time,
And get into between of it,
To hear the travelling chime,
From that dark narrow slit.
Getting into the dark tunnel,
Moving, getting deep inside,
Rather shaped like a funnel,
You get into the time's ride.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 4:33 AM UTC
When people hear time travel, they think fun.
Reliving moments in life that were filled with laughter and joy.
Like pounding back jagerbombs at the warehouse,
or leaving home and enjoying life on a resort.
When people hear time travel, they think atonement.
To go back and stop yourself from doing a loved one wrong,
or not making that left turn and crashing your camaro.
When people hear time travel, they think restoration.
A second chance if you will.
Like going back to school and studying harder,
or not making that last bet at the casino and losing all your cash.
When I hear time travel, I think of your lips.
Soft as a cloud and sweet as honey.
Your kiss had me surrendering my soul to you.
When I hear time travel, I think of your hands.
The most angelic touch, that could calm the angriest bull.
How it felt as if your fingers were made perfectly to fit into mine.
When I hear time travel, I think of your eyes.
A gateway to never ending happiness.
When we locked eyes, time would stop around us, leaving you and I in our own world.
When I hear time travel, I think of pain.
How you saying a couple words hurt more than a thousand shattered bones.
How you leaving felt as if someone punched me in the gut and left with every last bit of my breath.
When I hear time travel, I think yes.
Yes i'd endure all that again.
That crushing feeling as if you're 10,000 feet under the ocean.
Yes, if it meant I got to hold you again like a scared kid holding a teddy.
Yes, if it meant I got to witness how beautiful you look sipping on wine.
Your red lipstick staining the glass, and then my neck.
When I hear time travel, I think of you.
But just like time travel, our love doesn't exist.
For now.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
It glowed in the dark
he gave it a shot
the lights went on now she's gone
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
memories
drawing on recall
visiting timelines past
frames of life
experiencing different points of view,
observing different perspective
altering the now perspective
therefore dare I say,
altering the future one?
oh wise sages speak
change your perspective
& change your reality!
so, I travel back
every now and then
to revisit and heal
the days I don't seem to remember
quite so fondly.
CNR 2020
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
Year after year
--at daylight savings--
he kept moving his clock backward,
but never forward,
until he wound-up in the wrong century.
He then slept in masks,
his dreams repeatedly
disbanding and reforming,
as if in someone else's show,
but it was his hallucinating set-list, for sure.
He lived at the call of the void,
feeding off peppermint sticks
and clusters of chokeberry,
to help ease the pressure.
One phantom summer,
he read The Joy of Euthanasia
from cover-to-cover, over and over,
until he could recite death.
He poured his heart
into his new work
as an artist of tacenda,
--yes, he kept a lid on it.
And when the pretty young bees
buzzed about underneath
their brazen parasols,
he'd smile up at the sun
for her complicit glow:
the warmest days
always drew them out to him,
like honey on the tongue.
Now naysayers may keep
him out of Canton,
but one day, like most serial killers,
they will name a school after him
and his hijinks.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
All of my life has been a search
For things I could not see
For matters founding in my heart
For things that I could be
I sold my home and life
For principiality
But everything was worth the price
And Im remorselessly
Yet I wonder now and then
Whenever I am asked again
What I have answered once
Though I walked freely down that path
And there is no regret
and yet
I wonder what I felt inside
What caused my mind to set
This way along the past
What craving caused my vast
Amount of ruthlessness
I lost my time, with no remorse,
And all of my appeal
The breaking clocks may have been worse
But still, I could'nt feel
Nor understand
what Ive been searching for
And when I carried on my way
I lost myself in forlorn days
Where I found something new
I never had been searching for
And yet I felt that something grew
Inside of me
That let me fear
The things about to come
For I got lost,
found by someone,
Something that changed my mind
I didnt want to lose that fast
Nor leave it all behind
And for the first time I did fight
I changed the clockwork of my mind
I chose a place, a time a side
And wonder about all my life
About decisions, thoughts and creeds
I owned in future pasts
For any deed
I would regret
And yet
I wonder
What have happened
to my heart
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
I know we've met before,
At the cold sea of Atlantic
We kissed
We cried
It was sad, it was tragic,
We perished on the ocean floor
I know we've met before,
At the coast of Honolulu
We kissed
We cried
It was gloomy, it was blue
We perished as they bomb the shore
I know we've met before,
And now the world seemed so tranquil
We kissed
We cried
It was perfect, it was surreal
We perished when we're ninety-four
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 3:56 AM UTC