"chronophobia" poems
Young: dreaming
of impossible possibilities
Unrestrained, untethered from reality
Unaware of the ticking, of the passing
of the seconds, of the hours,
of the years to the end
of eternity.
Climbing
Climbing and
Clinging
to the hope that one can dream forever
and as the feet are swinging
the child, fearless of pain, fearless of the fall, is ever
naive, and never expecting
that one day the dream may end.
For what was once a child is a child no longer
Mature: daydreaming
of the past, yet troubled of the future
Unfeatherd, grounded in reality
All too aware of the arching clock hands
and the hours that turn into seconds
and the days that pass into years
begin to fade into
oblivion.
Falling
Falling and
Failing
to realize that the feet now rest upon the ground
and the child that was once fearless, is fearing
the depths of a future not yet found
forever doubtful yet hoping
To continue to dream at day’s end.
What was gained was equally lost
And with this knowledge in hand
The child finally stands
Holding on to the dreams of tomorrow
Grasping the fantasies of yesterday
Indeed, what once was can never be again
To march forward never to return
What awaits are only questions, what remains are only “ifs”
But what stands tall is neither a realist nor a dreamer
What stands is a child no longer
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
I dread the sound of its passing
and the call of its merry chime
on the hour every day
the price that I pay
for life is a fear of time...
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
An earthquake for every single
Time you said "I love you,"
And it went unnoticed.
Is it chronophobia,
Or is it the fear that time will
Run out for us both?
The earthquakes will become
Forest fires and
You will forget me.
I am going crazy imagining
The shape of your lips
When you whimper for me to
Stop the pouring rain.
Shaking fists and broken glass;
I wish you'd lower your voice
And lower your walls before
The wind takes us both.
Sit up straighter, don't let them
Know he took your frame and
Smashed it against the wall.
"I'd calm the storm if I could,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Will your ghost be joining us for
Dinner, or have you finally
Collected your bones from what is
Left of the dining room closet?
Let her voice echo through the halls
Of an abandoned house just to
Remind you of the state
She left you in.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
New wrinkles around
my eyes
Still waiting for the
things
I never got a chance
to see
Hands worn from
manual labor
Instead of building
me
Up to all that I
aspired to be
Feet sore with
walking
The same old path
Day after day
Following behind
everyone else
Forgetting to pave my
own way
While the clock still
ticks
Calendar pages flip
My dreams break free
From my long lasting
grip
In my mind
I can travel back in
time
Speak to the inner
child in me
But reality can’t be
rewind
So will I ever find
Fulfillment?
…Tick Tock …
I’ll have to wait and see…
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 1:18 AM UTC
I never knew the full story
But somewhere in June
I lost count of the days between us
As the sun changed clocks
Mooncycle changed to Mooncycle
The click-clocks of our hearts became out of time
As the earth switched poles
The bay changed tides
The last time I saw you cry
The hands gone haywire
The compass lost sight
Forgiveness after forgiveness
When gravity lost its pull
The last time I saw you cry
Somewhere in June
Stopped counting
Lost I
Of count but
Between us
The days
of many
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
I'm so scared of the day when the future that I'm so terrified of
Is no longer the future
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Today was yesterday’s
greatest fear
and tomorrow will never come
if you let yesterday’s fears
affect today.
Tomorrow is today’s
greatest fear
and yesterday will loom
if you let today’s fears
affect tomorrow.
But yesterday can never be tomorrow’s
greatest fear
and today becomes yesterday
if you let tomorrow’s fears
affect you today.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
Isn't it scary how fast
that song is over,
or how quickly
the school year goes
Doesn't it scare you
how when senior year
is over
all your friends will be
at their dream college
and i'll be at mine
but i'm sorry if i
want to stay
with my best friends
till the end of time
but that's just not how
the world works
a.s.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
"You have an obsession with time,"
He yelled it so clear.
I've been counting down,
The weeks,
The months,
The years.
"You have an obsession with time,"
It worried me sick.
I spent each day focusing,
The seconds,
The minutes,
The hours.
"You have an obsession with time,"
I felt it close in.
The ticking and tocking that screamed from within,
It pulled at my organs,
It banged on my skin.
"Of course I do, idiot."
But it never got through,
That I can't let go,
Of time's unruly control,
Our work,
Our sleep,
The amount on earth of which we're breathing.
And nevertheless,
It's constantly fleeting.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
I fear the finality
Of everything.
So nothing
Ever begins.
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 2:02 PM UTC
There are occasions, junctures,
stages, phases, bad patches,
periods, when my mortal coil
has reached its final spring.
Era’s, ages, epochs, aeons,
days of eternal years when
allotted spans of existence
speak an accent of extinct.
Rhythms, tempo, beating pulses
out of synch, atmospherical
ambience looses cadence.
Chronic Chronophobia.
Dec 1, 2023
Dec 1, 2023 at 8:18 AM UTC
Whatever you want to do, whoever you want to embrace, do so today. The mind creates an illusion of a better future.. but there can only be so many tomorrows, let alone a promised future. The only thing that ever mattered or will matter is the here and now. Relish. Flourish .. and take flight.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC