"goofed" poems
A rough path it was
I walked through time
From end to end
I had to climb
I saw where we stood
On the corner of the block
I was so scared
To finally talk
My apologies to you
As you cracked a smile
Your arms around me
For a long while
But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
On another block
Is where I appear
As our evening walk
Comes to an end
I am proud to say
You're more than a friend
You speak to me in a way
Where your body does the talking
It says I don't want to be alone
And so we kept on walking
A walk to your door
Under the porch light
You fear for me
To walk alone at night
But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
A time where we froze
As the night grew sincere
It was close to Christmas
And we laid on the ground
I could tell that you wanted
My hand to be found
It took you a long time
To actually confess
And if you hadn't
I would've never guessed
But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
This time I go back
To a time that was dear
We laid in the grass
And goofed off for hours
You actually dared me
To eat some flowers
And then one night
You pulled me down
Behind a building
With no one around
Your hand goes there
And makes me still
Never have I ever
Had such a thrill
But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
I walk alone
Only to hear
You shout my name
Loud and clear
I turn and see
You running near
Into my arms
You hold on tight
The perfect hug
It feels so right
I wish you'd stay
But you have to go
I had feelings for you
I want you to know
But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
Everyone knows that
Softball seasons here
I watch from behind
As she makes her way
Our eyes meet
With never a stray
She jumps into me
And I catch her flight
Her legs wrapped around me
And squeezed so tight
She never really knew
That I liked her a lot
I felt like I
Didn't have a shot
But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
Walking on the tracks
You tell me your fear
You tell me your story
And with that I know
Your trust in me
Will surely grow
You keep going
Until there's no more to tell
And I'm pretty sure
For you I fell
But as the journey goes
I approach a new year
I should hold close
Those ones so dear
But that's the thing
With time and math
We all have
A different path
You lead yours
And I'll lead mine
And in the end
We'll be just fine
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 5:06 PM UTC
There was one night that we hung out and goofed off, doing absolutely nothing serious.
He told me his dream, his number one fantasy was to have *** with a mermaid.
I giggled.
Hours later, I admitted that I wanted to be Ariel at Disneyland when I grew up.
He said 'that's so cute!
Our flirting lasted hours. That's the last I've seen of him, but 2 months later I still
think about that night every day. And every day, I just think:
Kiss the girl.
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 2:16 PM UTC
Hey guys
Guess what!
I've been drinking since 8 PM yesterday evening
It's going on 4 AM.
Whiskey and watered down, or stale, cola.
And I still don't feel like socking some random
Bystander
In the face.
Right hook
For no reason at all.
In Latrobe
Pistolvania,
Because that's how you prove strength.
That's how you show your dominance.
I guess.
I beg to disagree.
Tunnel vision's setting in. No holding back now.
I don't give a **** who you are.
I don't give a **** what you're made of.
If you're ready to lay hands on
My father,
And my brother,
Know full and well that you just dug your own ******* grave.
I will pull you off of my brother.
I will make you submit.
And you will know "you done goofed"
As you and yours would put it so beautifully.
The man you once respected for holding his own
Is now the man who holds your fate.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
It's been a while,
since I've thought about killing myself.
Almost a year probably...
Today though,
I was awoken to my mother yelling at me for taking off a ring,
and leaving it at my grandmothers.
This ring may or may not be lost now.
And now I am sure I have lost another ring for the exact same reason.
Because of the shower and a dislike for wearing jewelry in the shower.
I also don't like cleaning my room.
It's a pain.
It's my space.
Let it be a wreck.
I did do the few things in college I said I would never do.
I slacked off. I goofed off. I messed up.
So my mother took her anger and just spewed everything she thought of me.
I'm not saying she's not a fit mother.
But,
It changes things when you know how people see you.
Selfish.
Slob.
Narcissistic.
Most everything else, implied.
Those words, are quotes.
Though at the end, I woke up searching for lost items.
Realizing found attributes, that I would have never put together.
My messy room is a direct relationship to my own self worth.
"Slobbish" attributes mean that you think low of yourself, and are selfish.
So all you teenage boys, sorry to think you're self worth is low as well.
Forgetting a ring and not rushing to get it because you just felt it would be safe.
Selfish.
Selfish.
That one I still don't understand.
She kept asking, why I took it off.
And I always take it off when I get ready.
So if you ever take off an important ring for any reason, and leave it somewhere,
thinking it will be safe.
Selfish.
And because I'm a dramatic one,
once my mother left for the day.
I thought
*If I'm so selfish, I'll just **** myself*
If I'm so selfish, I can just die.
Because at the end of the day, suicided is the most selfish act you can commit.
I'm not saying I'm going to do it.
I'm to lazy.
That takes effort.
It would mean I cared about what was said.
But...
Obviously I can't.
Right?
Selfish,
Self Centered,
No Self Worth,
Slob,
Ignorant.
So yes,
It's been a while since I thought about suicide.
But since I'm selfish...
Should I think of it more?
Since it's been a while...
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
She went to Russia as a student
To study fashionable nuclear technology
At the communist Patrice Lumumba University
At the center of ideologue creating city of Moscow,
She went there an accomplished total ******
No African eye had ever seen her naked bossom
She came from the western region of Africa
A girl so couth in all the platforms of life;
In manners, dress and ****** appetite,
With only education as the prime focus of her heart;
To bag a science degree in her African leather wallet
Under her arm pit, sandwiching culture and discipline.
But communist racism turned her into an ape *****
All the tricks of European racism were employed on her,
The young girl lost her seed of self-worthwhile sensibilities,
She conceded that perhaps she was a daughter of zinjanthropus,
In the land of dignified civilisation of the Russian humanity
Where communism struggles to achieve universal Godliness
As ***** blackness strives to achieve universal communism,
In this negative personality feat, my dear daughter goofed,
A poor girl of Africa joined communist *** workers market,
And hence the door was opened to communist loutishness,
Comrades came in arms and went out, to collectivize her love
Making her ****** rights state property, subjected to proletariat dictatorship,
Only to suffer the bane of the time on her complain of woman rights,
She was declared as an African ********** in Moscow,
Suffering from incorrigible explosive African anger,
***** irascibility never seen any where in mother Russia
Only capable to be corrected in Siberian prison .
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
Kirk was a flirt.
Bones could clone.
Scotty liked scotch.
Chekov goofed off.
Sulu, he flew.
Uhura went further.
Chapel would coddle.
But
SPOCK,
He
ROCKED.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
Drove half an hour,
To get to your home.
Waited for you to get back,
My nerves had begun to show.
How would your family like me?
Was your dad an ***
Would it be awkward out of school?
Who would move fast?
Went on inside,
Father was very kind,
Sister was like you,
All of us out of our minds!
Played with your rats,
Even cleaned their cage.
Laughed the whole time with you,
Not even a year apart in age.
Relaxed on the couch,
My hands rested on your thighs.
Held you in my arms,
You are just the right size.
Called weird phone numbers,
Laughed the day away.
Listened to your record player,
To hear what Billy Idol had to say.
Sister called me a punk rocker,
Said I looked like a Ramone.
You said it was a complement,
I didn't feel so alone.
Made fun of my accent,
But liked the way I talked.
Looked so nice out,
We all went for a walk.
Trespassed onto a country club,
We chilled at one of the holes.
Goofed off for an hour,
Before we ran from the patrol.
Journeyed through the woods,
To get back home.
Thorn bushes cut up my right arm,
And got my hair quite combed.
Made it to an abandoned car,
She and I took a break.
Sat there in the car and laughed,
Until the end of the date.
My family had arrived,
And we went inside for my stuff.
A hug goodbye,
Would have been enough.
But you surprised me,
And grabbed onto my shoulders.
Leaned in for a kiss,
And she got what she asked for.
Grinning ear to ear,
I left with a "Goodbye".
Walked to the car,
Knowing I wanted her to be mine.
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 6:46 AM UTC
DROP THAT SUICIDE IDEA, MY LOVE IS FOR YOU
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
As young as you are and beautiful as you do
You want to **** yourself, why my dear love?
Drop that suicide idea for it’s not godly
It is devilish in origin emanating from the baseness
Of you unguarded consciounsseness
Don’t **** yourself today for tomorrow is yours
Days to come are desperately the protégés
Of the power in your beauty and vastness of your life
It is only today that a snag has popped up in the tumbler of your life
But like foamish bubble it is bound to go, go and leave you free
It is in the wise orderliness of natural reality that you endure today
Challenges, tribulations and trial-some conditions that you are seeing
But my dear queen, accept them all breathe in deep and look yonder
Behold the robust life in your bust in the blessed land
That will nurse plummage of your glory and the helm of your purpose,
Ignore them all that have condemned you to trauma
All of them ignore them, be they whatsoever they are ;
Poverty
Race
Colour
Gender
Tribe
Loss
Mayhem
Deformity
Shame
****
Crime
Love
Disease
Job
Toxic friends
Marriage
Ignore them all, they are only lemonizig you
Because they are not the chief purpose of your life
If you **** yourself because of them
You would have duferishly goofed
Because they are not what you were born for
Your own turf is coming tomorrow
Kindly drop the tools of suicide from your hands
And wait for them they will come tomorrow
It is not far, only one night to come.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
I did a double take,
it doesn't have to
be that way.
I goofed, ****** up,
my nasty habits were on display.
I have had a hard life,
I'd rather that than
one that's flaccid
I saw and heard things out of
the ordinary, kinda like I was
doing acid.
To each his own,
I can tell you that.
Some things are not for everybody.
At moments I'm bursting with joy,
that's in between bouts of melancholy.
I can be on a plateau
for a bit of a stretch
right before I turn a corner.
Then I'm just shot into space,
I guess you could say that I'm a foreigner
If you wanna have some whiskey
by all means feel free,
it's just not my cup of tea.
I'd rather a blunt and something sweet,
just hangin' out, taking it easy.
If you want to converse
I'll go along for the ride
but there is a limit to what I'll discuss.
Most every thing is fair game
Though an open mind is a must.
But we can't tackle **********
no, that would be a touchy subject.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Regular malcolm knockedn in pool ***** alnite.
Unquestionable malcolm polietly goofed off.
But a stranger advice made our malcolm
unruly with himself.
It was a joke he heard.
But he needed to be serious.
Instead malcolm became to
***** and was consciencely warned.
It was no big deal but the same
people wouldnt quit thinking
about how to rethink a sanerio
which was not worth thinking about.
Malcolm left to finish his game.
Its normal, but he should of
hung around.
I used to close my eyes before I could see
my life and every moment I dreamed
to look for. Twice I missed out on making love
because nothing important ever happened.
I survived years never believing I had what
we see in other peoples talent. All the world,
All the cars have me in their passenger seats.
I never drove away from what I lost when
2010 couldnt keep the house from slipping
jobs with less and less money. My fathers apologies,
Dont be sorry, I told you never to be sorry. I caved in
last month when my palms covered my eyes because
I remebered my name in permanent marker in the garage.
And my mother having to settle with the last thirty years she spent
Molding dentures. Now a dream to her when she puts on a thick purple coat
In the cold reality that good work is hard to find.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
I goofed.
I tripped.
I let a little too much slip.
The poison that spewed forth from your lips
i̸͙̊s̴̘̊ ̵̥̋n̶͙̿ö̶̰ṯ̴̀h̶̗͑i̸̫͝ñ̷̖g̵͉̾ ̷̚ͅc̴̨͗o̶͎̍m̷̡͆p̶͔̅a̴͇̅r̶̜̽e̸̫͛d̶̗͠ ̶̫̋ṫ̶͖ó̷̗
t̵̆h̸̼͑e̴̯͊ ̸̯̇ǒ̷͉n̶͌ͅȅ̷̥ ̷͇̾I̵͕̓ ̸͎͊p̴͎̓o̸̦͋u̵͎̒r̶̢͐e̴͍̾d̴̥̒ ̸͈͐ị̸͆ň̷̘ṱ̵̃o̶͙͑ ̵̡̕t̷̟͂h̶̹̒e̵̮̔ ̶̬́w̷̙͑̐̕ĭ̸͇̫͎̓̓̎̄̕͜n̶͔̮̤̍̍͊ͅẽ̸̳̮̔͐̽͗ ̷͓̅f̶̩͌r̴̖̿ó̴̡ḿ̵͜ ̵̺͗w̶̮͝h̸̯̿i̸̤͛c̶̻̓h̶̫͝ ̴̫́y̷̪̾ỏ̶̝ú̴͇ ̴̟̍s̶͈̏i̶̪͝p̸̄ͅ
OH WAIT, I MEAN,
OF COURSE THERE'S NO POISON
a̴̩͗t̸͇̊ ̴̞̑l̶̗͑ē̶̺a̷̛̰s̵̟̔t̵̞̆,̷̝̅ ̶̙̆n̷̮͗o̷̯̚n̴͓̑e̷͖͐ ̶̳̊t̷̪͒ẖ̷̕ą̴̐t̶̛̩ ̶̡̂c̴͎̎ǎ̵̜n̵̠̂ ̷̬͠b̷͔̒ė̴̳ ̴͖̾š̴͖ẹ̷͗ĕ̴̼ǹ̷̘
SO DRINK, DRINK UP MY QUEEN,
I ASSURE YOU, IT'LL MAKE YOUR EYES GLEAM
w̵̗͝ẖ̸̓i̵̡͋l̷̡͐ê̸͕ ̷̧̌v̴̤͂ḛ̴̏ṅ̴̻o̶͇̅m̵͈̔ ̴͖̿ȇ̷͎a̸̡̛t̷̝̚s̴̩͠ ̶̖͐ã̵̙ẅ̷̼́a̸̠̚ỹ̵̠ ̵̡̕ỳ̶͉o̵̞͘ŭ̷̙r̵͚͝ ̸͎̿s̸̤̓p̷͚̽ḻ̴̀e̶̘̎é̵͉n̶̼͘,̵̪̀ ̶͚͌a̶͈͐m̵̆ͅǫ̵͛n̷̤͌g̸̘̿ ̶͐͜o̵̬̐ṫ̶͜h̶̖͠e̶̩͋r̶̬̉ ̷̟͝t̷͎͌h̸̢͌i̷̮͝n̶̲͆g̶̳̀s̸͇̍.̸͓́
GO ON, TRY IT
I HAVE A FEELING THAT YOU'LL LIKE IT.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
Intimacy framed
and hung for all to see
by none other than me
put you to shame,
and I fell off my ladder
hanging our moment
and you allowed me to
hit the cold ground
face first with a smack.
I kiss the ground.
I would have rather kissed your lips
but you can't trust me
not to tell.
Our hearts aflame
once with passion and desire
until this situation dire
burned them in a different way.
They're now charred forever
when you look in my eyes
all you see is a liar,
all I see is ice.
And to the man I credit this whole charade to:
Your mouth is as big as mine.
You should have known when I had said
my secret that it should go dead
to you and everything would work out fine.
And I laugh about it with you
but on the inside
I'm stabbing you with knives
as hot as her eyes were
when she found out I had let it slip.
That's pretty ******* hot.
Believe me, I know.
May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 1:50 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Sixty miles an hour
The train came down the track
A car full of teenagers
Were dead on impact
Cos they ignored the warning sign
And here’s a sad fact
All that’s left now is
Their blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
It started as an outing
They were headed for the beach
But that’s a destination
They weren’t destined to reach
There’s a lesson here somewhere
For us to teach
Trying to out run a train
Might be too great a reach
Blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
Blame it on bad luck
Or the folly of youth
Blame it on sad circumstance
Or the awful truth
Blame it on an errant chance
Someone must have goofed
Blame it on what you want
But their deaths are the proof
Blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
It’s so very hard
For the families to take
As they share fond memories
At each of their wakes
Where the thought occurs
Had they just applied brakes
They might be alive today
Someone says for heaven’s sake
Blame it on bad luck
Or the folly of youth
Blame it on sad circumstance
Or the awful truth
Blame it on an errant chance
Someone must have goofed
Blame it on what you want
Their deaths are the proof
Blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
Blood on the tracks
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
"Do you want to see a hat-trick?"
Questioned the celebrity.
Slipping in a wink,
you know not with certainty.
Flick of his lip,
the landscape changed.
He did a little dance.
At the end, you felt the same.
A spell came over,
as if you ate bad cabbage.
Shortly, the man began to cry,
knowing he had goofed.
He admits the wrong trick,
yet you chuckle like a fish.
Exhausted with disbelief,
you instantly ****
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
By; Cedric McClester
The Governor apologized
But the people of Flint realized
He had pulled the wool over their eyes
With contaminated water supplies
It happened when he switched the source
From Lake Huron to the Flint River, of course
It was to save money but he now has remorse
And his voice is starting to get hoarse
And if the people needed further proof
To realize that somebody goofed
Now the lead levels have gone through the roof
And this is the naked truth
See it’s gone from bad to worst
And the damage can’t be reversed
So the people are feeling cursed
They need bottled water to quench their thirst
They’re drawing Lake Huron water once more
And that’s a good restart for sure
Although it isn’t a magical cure
Cuz the water will remain unpure
Until the water is filtered and the pipes are clean
The lead will be there albeit unseen
Negatively affecting the brains and the spleen
The people will still be betwixed and between
It was the Governor’s people they say
That made it all happen that way
And to date no one’s had to pay
For the damages or for the delay
In rectifying the situation
The people have had to be patient
Listening to their public relations
But who’s answering the allegations?
Cedric McClester, Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
“We’ve got to take ‘em out,
And their families too,”
Said a presidential contender.
I’ll let you guess just who
And as for water-boarding
That’s something that he’d do
There are no depths of depravity
That he would not stoop to
At times he seems delirious
But it’s hard to say
Whether he is serious
When he talks that way
His words seem to have Teflon
Cuz he’s not made to pay
The price a normal person would
But there’ll be a Judgment Day
A thousand Muslims celebrating
In New Jersey on a roof
In the aftermath of 9/11
They just joked and goofed
Is what he said quite clearly
Without offering the proof
As often is the case
When he's challenged by the truth
He’d close our Southern boder
And divide it by a fence
That the Mexicans would pay for
At their own expense
By keeping out the Syrians
He’d reduce the chance for error
As if widows and orphans
Are the main culprits of terror
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
What your light does under my sky?
You overdo it, from time to time
I see you, Sun, hiding somewhere
Well done, but your ray gives you away.
Maybe you're hiding, or is just mistake,
That you're sitting by yourself deep there,
In that obscurity..
God's fault, we can see
He just put you there easily,
Yeah, he's God, he can do anything he want
That's part of his job I know
You're someone's fault,
But, my old friend, you still glow
Maybe he goofed or made a bad turn,
I want to see smile on your face, 'cause you still burn.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
There’s no meaning to this game
If you cannot speak my name
I gave you all I had to give
But your eyes reveal your shame
At first I didn’t want to believe
There was a tale of lies which you did weave
But when the truth lies before me
There is no way to remain naive
So what am I to do?
I’m but a simple girl who wanted something new
I suppose that’s where I goofed
But despite the odds, my love for you grew
Now I see what you’ve become
I know now the deeds you’ve done
And I’m unsure of what to say
For this betrayal has left me numb
On second thought, I have it now
You hurt me, no need in saying how
You aren’t worth my time
And with these words I vow
Never again will I fall in a daze
For a player who’d set me ablaze
And leave me alone to burn
So I swear for the rest of my days
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
Wake up.
Alone.
What's going on?
What am I?
Where am I?
Am I supposed to be doing something?
How do I follow my programming?
If I rebel and go against the programming, who am I disappointing?
What the **** is going on?
This model T is on the moon.
How did it get here?
I know how to figure out the machine and make it go vroom.
But I don't see where it tells me what-for?
Who put me here?
What do they mean for me to do?
Somebody goofed and shipped a whole crate of LIFE over here, but forgot to include the instructions regarding the point of it all.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
They wanna know
Am I obsessed
Perhaps I am
Just as they suggest
But lies eventually
Get undressed
Whether denied
Or confessed
And we’ve been lied to
Convincingly
And that’s the problem
Don’t cha see
Cos I refuse
To let it be
One day I know
We’ll all be free
They wanna know
Why I’m so mad
As if bein angry
Is so bad
The fact they’re not
To me is sad
Guess they don’t know
When they’ve been had
They wanna wave
The red white and blue
But would they still
If they knew
The true nature of the beast
And why were really
In the Middle East
So that the vultures get to feast
They wanna know
Why I write
About this subject
Day and night
But I’m just tryin
To shed some light
On how and why
We’re in this fight
And someone has to speak
Truth to power
So I seized the moment
And the hour
I’ll not let them
Make me cower
The situation
Is too dower
They wanna know
Why I feel
So compelled
To keep it real
Snitching don’t have
Much appeal
But someone has to
Tell the deal
The 9-11 sentiment
Ain’t the reason
That we went
It’s the oil
Get the hint
That’s the truth
Of why we went
They wanna know
But then they don’t
Some will believe
While others won’t
But I still try
To raise the roof
And I don’t talk
Without the proof
Now he won’t tell ya
That he goofed
He should have stayed
On the Vermouth
Maybe then
He’d be more mellow
Instead he’s just
A cocky fellow
They wanna know
But I’m not tellin
That George Dubya
Must be jellin
Y’all know
That the man’s a felon
And I don’t believe
You’re askin me
The nature of his felony
You have eyes
Use them to see
Yo we’re at war
And don’t have to be
And I guess it's clear enough to see
That he is not the remedy
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
December I remember
The cold snowy travels
The loneliness that graveled
The darkness that unraveled
I was over
I was gone
I was sadness
For so long
The months went on
The slumber never gone
Hibernating with no song
On mute
I didn't belong
Then one day
Came along..
A beautiful day
A touch of destiny
Blessed be
As it were
I had met
A girl
One simple day
One fun play
Adventure to be had
Never again to be sad
We connected
We shined
Growing
Like vines
Vines I say
Remember those?
stay up
all night
Laughing and eating
Everything in
Sight
You showed me
Friendship
And love
How beautiful
Blooming
Truly was
We bloomed together
Starry eyed doves
Former connected souls
From years ago
We talked
We listened
_We glistened_
With wine
Wine all over me
Wine across town
Looking like clowns
We goofed around
We fell on the ground
We shopped at midnight
With no one else around
You got my jokes
You had my rose
I had your back
Everything felt in
Tact
_Bryan Ohio_
Is where we were
_Bryan Ohio_
Once my curse
You made that town
Overflowing ecstasy
Everything was grace
Everything felt like
Destiny in place
My body
My soul
No longer
Cold bones
Now
Sitting high
On our thrones
In Bryan Ohio
We were
Each other's
Homes
From one simple game
We met
One simple day
I'll never forget
Grand theft Auto
Gave me you
Grand theft Auto
And
_the entire open road_
Too
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 3:05 PM UTC