"ticktick" poems - Hello Poetry

It's a bomb on your doorstep. Wrapped up in a pastel pink and white blanket. Swaddled in a babys basket You don't even hear the ticking over all the babble You just assumed it was designed to protect. You never asked anyone Or questioned where the basket came from. Where it got this baby. Why it is concealing it's wicker with this blanket. You bring it inside. tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick Wake up tossing and turning hear a ticking downstairs In your kitchen. On the island. "You're hearing things" close your eyes. It's too loud. Walk down to see just a basket A blanket The baby is tucked in tight You were hearing things "Go back to bed sweety." But the basket keeps ticking. "Baskets are supposed to tick" you never question it again. tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick You never see it explode. Just find and count the pieces Wicker shrapnel where there should have been guidance. Viscera where there should have been eyes.

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Apr 20, 2016

Apr 20, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC

GeekElement

tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick

It's a bomb on your doorstep. Wrapped up in a pastel pink and white blanket. Swaddled in a babys basket You don't even hear the ticking over all the babble You just assumed it was designed to protect. You never asked anyone Or questioned where the basket came from. Where it got this baby. Why it is concealing it's wicker with this blanket. You bring it inside. tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick Wake up tossing and turning hear a ticking downstairs In your kitchen. On the island. "You're hearing things" close your eyes. It's too loud. Walk down to see just a basket A blanket The baby is tucked in tight You were hearing things "Go back to bed sweety." But the basket keeps ticking. "Baskets are supposed to tick" you never question it again. tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick tickTick You never see it explode. Just find and count the pieces Wicker shrapnel where there should have been guidance. Viscera where there should have been eyes.

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I wear my watch on the inside of my wrist keeping time by the pulsing of overfilled veins. If I'm honest, the seconds pass blurry when you are around, red pounding at the blue surface reminding my life of it's vigorous momentum as the watch face marks it's disappearance. I can do nothing about it's circular cycle, nor the manner in which I mirror it, recycling threadbare thoughts and feelings in ostensible new purpose. I am a walking contradiction formed of practical mysticism and coffee stained teeth, spinning poetry from numb fingertips onto the ghosts of birch trees, fleeing from my wildest dreams. Meet me, half way between belief and reality at the junction of duality and I'll reveal I have no true identity - no creed no name no history, only chaotic shifting and angry bumblebees drilling sinkholes for visitors toes to curl into as they fashion temporary homes in me. I am solar soliloquy. Astrological antiquity curses me to orbit you habitually. Eye of the storm, hand of the beast, souls of the many downtrodden and hungry, asking for shoulders to stand upon shaky. Grant me your three wishes, and I will conjure infinity from our palms clasped tight in secrecy. Tell me, neglectful lover, when did my beauty become a pleasurable void, to be touched yet left unseen, when did my spirit become matter buried under the mind of desire and empty chatter. Humor me, say that the meeting of our skin is more than physical proximity say, that you dream of my flowers growing from your ribcage say, that the gods granted us an opportunity for greatness, say that our kiss is a portal to Andromeda and that you could get lost there forever - I know I have. Yet, even light years away I hear the tick tocking ticktick of my heart bleeding into itself. I am fleeting. I am deafening. I am a forgetful timekeeper, late to my own re-birthing.

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Jun 24, 2015

Jun 24, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC

jumpingjellybeans

self-portrait at 7,963 days living

I wear my watch on the inside of my wrist keeping time by the pulsing of overfilled veins. If I'm honest, the seconds pass blurry when you are around, red pounding at the blue surface reminding my life of it's vigorous momentum as the watch face marks it's disappearance. I can do nothing about it's circular cycle, nor the manner in which I mirror it, recycling threadbare thoughts and feelings in ostensible new purpose. I am a walking contradiction formed of practical mysticism and coffee stained teeth, spinning poetry from numb fingertips onto the ghosts of birch trees, fleeing from my wildest dreams. Meet me, half way between belief and reality at the junction of duality and I'll reveal I have no true identity - no creed no name no history, only chaotic shifting and angry bumblebees drilling sinkholes for visitors toes to curl into as they fashion temporary homes in me. I am solar soliloquy. Astrological antiquity curses me to orbit you habitually. Eye of the storm, hand of the beast, souls of the many downtrodden and hungry, asking for shoulders to stand upon shaky. Grant me your three wishes, and I will conjure infinity from our palms clasped tight in secrecy. Tell me, neglectful lover, when did my beauty become a pleasurable void, to be touched yet left unseen, when did my spirit become matter buried under the mind of desire and empty chatter. Humor me, say that the meeting of our skin is more than physical proximity say, that you dream of my flowers growing from your ribcage say, that the gods granted us an opportunity for greatness, say that our kiss is a portal to Andromeda and that you could get lost there forever - I know I have. Yet, even light years away I hear the tick tocking ticktick of my heart bleeding into itself. I am fleeting. I am deafening. I am a forgetful timekeeper, late to my own re-birthing.

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I stand in line with everybody else She keeps tap tap tapping on cell phone screens He keeps crying, bored of shopping cart seats They won't stop coughing, hack hack hack I feel the jungle start to beat in me tap tap tap hack hack hack Louder and louder the wilderness beckons Run free in me, roar to the sky tick tick tick tick tick ticktick My heart beats so quickly Her nails scrape across her makeup caked skin scratch scratch tap tap hack scratch tap I have thunder inside of me it wants out I streak across clouded skies filled with lightning Sweat slicks my palms, my chest rumbles The jungle recedes The wilderness quiets The sky grows dark And I stand there waiting in line tap hack scratch tick tick tick tick tick tick

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Feb 18, 2020

Feb 18, 2020 at 8:49 PM UTC

MikeStefan

I hate the monotony of the day

I stand in line with everybody else She keeps tap tap tapping on cell phone screens He keeps crying, bored of shopping cart seats They won't stop coughing, hack hack hack I feel the jungle start to beat in me tap tap tap hack hack hack Louder and louder the wilderness beckons Run free in me, roar to the sky tick tick tick tick tick ticktick My heart beats so quickly Her nails scrape across her makeup caked skin scratch scratch tap tap hack scratch tap I have thunder inside of me it wants out I streak across clouded skies filled with lightning Sweat slicks my palms, my chest rumbles The jungle recedes The wilderness quiets The sky grows dark And I stand there waiting in line tap hack scratch tick tick tick tick tick tick

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Ticking ticking Time BOMB I cry for my Mom Blinking blinking Life escapes I'm always Late tick tock Tick tock Make the time Stop Ding **** Ding **** They're coming Like a storm tick tick Tick tick TicK tiCk TICk tick TICKTICK KCITCKIT TCKITKIC HELP ME stop THE TIME I CANNOT SLEEP WITHOUT A DIME DAYS PASS NOTHING LAST MY HEART BEATS TOO FAST STOP TICKING AT ME GIVE ME PEACE AND SANITY EVERY ******* DAY TICK TOCK CLOCK GOES TICK TOCK A SECOND TOO CLOSE STRESS COMES AT THE CHIME OF THE CLOCK tick tock TICK TOCK

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Mar 10, 2019

Mar 10, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC

HelloDaisies

Clock

Ticking ticking Time BOMB I cry for my Mom Blinking blinking Life escapes I'm always Late tick tock Tick tock Make the time Stop Ding **** Ding **** They're coming Like a storm tick tick Tick tick TicK tiCk TICk tick TICKTICK KCITCKIT TCKITKIC HELP ME stop THE TIME I CANNOT SLEEP WITHOUT A DIME DAYS PASS NOTHING LAST MY HEART BEATS TOO FAST STOP TICKING AT ME GIVE ME PEACE AND SANITY EVERY ******* DAY TICK TOCK CLOCK GOES TICK TOCK A SECOND TOO CLOSE STRESS COMES AT THE CHIME OF THE CLOCK tick tock TICK TOCK

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