#tock
my mother was
the first one
to break my heart,
it was accidental —
she just never learned
how to play her part
where was that connection,
that bond at birth?
why did i have to wonder
when i was a child
what my life was worth?
i remember the scent
of strong perfume
as she left with haste
saying she’d be back soon
soon was a loose term
soon meant days on end
it meant moments of panic
will i ever see her again?
**** wait, do we have bread?
ah, there she is,
everything is fine
she’d stumble in days late
when the relief hit, it washed away
the built up worry and hate
(she’d find the knife hidden under my bed,
one of my only memories at eight)
she told me she loved me
more than every star in the sky,
everything i do is for you,
gullible
i always believed that lie
“whats the big deal?
i deserve a life too”
i didnt ask to be here,
a choice was made,
but youre right, im sorry
how dare i ruin this for you
im a miracle child
but it feels more like a curse,
you broke my heart
when i learned
that existing
made your life worse
20h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 2:11 AM UTC
The pendulum swings
Tick Tick
From good to bad
Tock Tock
From love to hate
Tick Tick
From sad to mad
Tock Tock
I watch them take leave
Tick Tick
And new ones arrive
Tock Tock
Sometimes I question if I’m even alive
Tick Tick
But yet the pendulum swings
Tock Tock
Back and forth
Tick Tick
Forever
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 9:13 AM UTC
An infinity passes,
and it's only been,
seven minutes,
forty two seconds.
Apr 7, 2024
Apr 7, 2024 at 8:56 AM UTC
An infinity passes,
and it's only been,
seven minutes,
forty two seconds.
Apr 7, 2024
Apr 7, 2024 at 8:54 AM UTC
It's the continuous silent yet pressing "tick-tock"
In my head heard though I own no clock
It's opening eyes every morning to familiar pain
And constant weight of loneliness driving me insane
Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 1:55 PM UTC
Taking stock of good ideas, tried and proven,
thinkable,
handible, holdable, ways and means to ends
The End
which means now, nearly, for me, part of me,
for the thymus gland, font of wiser than I imagined
T-cells, about which AI knows everything,
in the cloud of knowing witnesses now
encompassing us about---
so I need no wax pedantic,
tic asktask
AI ' f'
Art's intelligence, or-if-suf-ficial ficiency
--- stop-- think what is
enough.
the point to a life lived in focus, point by point, stretching
any point that may
be
stretchy, to its snapping point, and say
That only goes so far, re
mind me, next time I try to stretch such a point, re
mind me to only go
this far.
But, Hello World; Hello Poetry, is a place
where long drawn out thoughts
may amuse strangers as they
ask, what lies do I tell
as well as any fool?
Jokers. Can't take a joke, wanna take a poke,
knock this chip
from my pseudo-frontal-cortex module?
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 4:11 PM UTC
The hands of time
took care
from one minute to the next
till they left it in an hour
and moved on without it.
Time, then, broke.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
to the girl who still hasn't taken a shower
because it hurts to be clean and still feel so ***** inside
who spends all her money on the things she hates about herself
and wonders why she can't stop
i wonder why i can't stop
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
The clock ticks away
Watching minutes passing by
Learn how to control your time
Do things that give you joy
Take the time to realize
Realize to understand
Understand to recognize
Recognize to acknowledge
Acknowledge time has moments
Live for those moments
Brian Hill - 2019 #215
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
We wait and watch
A digital wall or wrist-watch
The ticks and tocks
Of the never ending clocks
Continuing night to dawn
It goes on and on
Never does it consider our mood
It is a date or something we elude
A specific dot to take our stance
We sit, we wait, we do the time dance
It goes on and on
One day it’ll be all gone
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
I am the cuckoo clock,
Precise,authentic,steadfast as a rock.
All day long,
Tick tock, tick tock goes my song.
Hung on the wall,
In the main hall,
Tick tock, tick tock, tick,
Not a wink,
My pendulum swings to and fro,
As I view people come and go.
On the dot of the hour,
My cuckoo slides in and out of the door,
Chirps a lovely cuckoo call,
Young and old in the hall,
They cheer all.
I am their cuckoo clock,
A piece of artistic work,
My master's pride,
The family's guide,
To their various routines,
For many many seasons I have been,
On their wall,
In the main hall.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
“Tick tock,”
calls the clock
Time inches on
and doesn’t stop
And dawn begins
We count by tens
Waiting for our lives to end.
“Tick tock,”
sings the clock
Time tiptoes on
and doesn’t stop
And morning begins
We’re wading in
Waiting for our lives to end.
“Tick tock,”
drawls the clock
Time marches on
and doesn’t stop
And day begins
We fight to win
Waiting for our lives to end.
“Tick tock,”
warns the clock
Time hurries on
and doesn’t stop
And noon begins
We pick up again
Waiting for our lives to end.
“Tick tock,”
whispers the clock
Time races on
and doesn’t stop
And evening begins
We grab our pens
Waiting for our lives to end.
“Tick tock,”
yells the clock
Time still goes on
and never stops
Night has arrived
The day has died
Make way; a new dawn starts to rise.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 1:10 AM UTC
what hands have you
that I could not touch
with mine own
what part
of
the
palm
of
my
foot
could you serve
that mine eyes be caught
washing your feet
for
all
eternity
my
Love
let my wash your feet
for my future husbands
?
...
..
.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
The eternal clock
Starts ticking
Tick!
Tock!
Counting up?
Counting down?
Tick!
Arms swaying
Flailing
Tock!
It's own master
Cruel ruler
Tick!
Stern Dictator
Controlling motion
Tock!
Space
Universe
Tick!
Holder of the keys to
Life and Death
Tock!
Father Clock
Wise, old and fearsome
Tick!
Times up
The Circle of Death
Tock!
JM 4/1/17
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
She hears tick tock, tick tock within her head.
Tick tock, tick tock the gears turn and grind as the clock work falls in line within her mind.
The time is rushing within her thoughts too fast for her to stop.
Soon she will wind down and will not tick or tock.
The clockwork girl will have no more thoughts, time runs short for her well-oiled clock.
Goodbye my lovely clockwork girl tick tock, tick tock, tick tock!
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
I once read that
there is a wrinkle in time and
ever since I've sought to
parse out the clock's seconds and
feel every whisper of wind on
my skin and
sneak glances at sunrises through
blinds and
taste snowflakes and rainstorms and
wrinkle my nose at
good and bad smells in
Time's wrinkle and
gaze at moonlight twinkle.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
I'm waiting while watching the hands of the clock tick by.
The time passes like sand through an hourglass.
I'm waiting and watching each grain pass by.
Just wondering when time might stand still,
And when the hourglass will spill itself all over me.
Then, I'll have all the time on my hands.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
tick tock strikes the clock
in circles two hands flow
counting seconds to minutes
moving just so very slow
year after year
all in one loop
round like a sphere
minutes to hours
a time full hoop
tick tock...tick tock
circling within the mind
the flow will never stop
searching for answers that
are so very hard to find
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
They say time is money, but I’m getting broker by the minute.
Time to spend, time to **** a one way ticket
from tomorrow to today.
The past is getting thicker while the future’s looking slim.
The dawning of a new age, but the sun is getting dim.
I’m tired of it.
The clock turns and the pendulum swings
a metronome for the monotone
Straining their ear for when the fat lady sings
Tone deaf for the sounding alarm
hitting the snooze hoping to disarm
The bomb of lost seconds and hours
we don’t have time it has us,
dragging us along in a prison bus.
The sand’s slipping and slipping between our hands
Grasping nothing but air as the hours expands
A big bang of a moment to make the seconds last
We got pictures of a of life long gone in the past
Hold on to the memories cause time’s going fast
The future’s a fight but were losing all the time
When the hands start spinning and spinning and the bells chime.
Our shadows stretching longer and the moon changes face
We’re all running a race struggling to keep pace.
With tomorrow the reward that we’re all going to chase.
Tick tock the future is here
Time wasted with the end drawing near.
Keep running and running keep ahead of the pack
The past is the past so stop looking back.
Turning the days to weeks and the upcoming years
Success to failure and smiles to tears
What do you do when time’s coming for you
Fight back every moment
Stealing seconds at a time
The bell tolling our atonement
Making gains in our climb
But my pockets are empty and my wallet has nothing in it.
Because time is money and I’m getting broker by the minute.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
Tick,
The hands are moving.
Tock,
Life is slowing.
Tick,
Seconds are passing.
Tock,
Nothing is changing.
Tick,
Moments are fading.
Tock,
The clock is ticking.
Tick,
Can't you hear its heart beating?
Tock,
Telling you life is leaving.
Tick Tock,
As we lower you six feet everlasting.
Listen to the clock,
Your life is ending.
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC