"tik" poems
*Karuyag ko pagsurusuntukon ini nga busag nga bung-bong
Pero sigurado nga maul-ol
Salit, adi nga ulunan nala
Karuyag ko mamusdak hin mga pinggan nga nakatambak ha banggera
Pero magluluto pa ngay-an hira hin sura
Salit, niyan pagkatapos nala
Karuyag ko kumurahab hasta ako mapaas
Pero may bata nga nakaturog bangin makamata
Salit, tik-om nala
Karuyag ko manrabot hin tawo
Pero naguusahan la ako ngadi ha kwarto
Salit, it akon kalugaringon nala
Karuyag ko gusi-gusion an mga surat nga ginhatag mo ha akon
Pero aadto ha hunos, maupay an kahipos
Salit, sunod nala
Karuyag ko na bumul-iw ngan talikdan ini nga grasya
Pero waray ka bumaya
Salit, ayaw nala*
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
for the first time, tik!
hip sore, thigh bruised, ***** wet.
for the first time, tok!
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Iyak.
Iyak ng isang kobrang nakadikit sa dingding na kaya kong patahanin unti-unti sa bawat pihit.
Sa bawat patak ng luha nitong humahalik sa aking noo na dahan-dahang dumadausdos papunta sa aking mga pisngi.
Sa aking mga pisnging halos magkapasa na sa madalas **** pagpapaligo rito ng mga kurot.
Ang iyong mga kurot na siya namang nagpapahiwatig na hinding hindi ka magsasawa sa pagmumukhang ito.
Noon.
Hindi na ngayon.
Patuloy ang paggapang ng mga patak na maligamgam papunta sa aking mga labi na hindi pinalagpas ang pagkakataong ipaalala sa akin na
ang mga labi ito ay minsan nang nabigyan ng pagkakataong iwika ang kung ano mang hindi kayang maipahiwatig nang sapat ng aking mga haplos.
Ang mga labi kong minsan nang natikman ang tamis ng iyong gayuma.
Ni hindi pinatawad ang lasa ng tsisburger o ng kung ano man ang iyong kinain sa araw na iyon.
Ang mga patak na ngayo’y lumalakad na nang tahimik sa kahabaan ng aking leeg na siyang nagdurugtong ng aking ulo na kumukulong sa aking utak sa aking dibdib na naglalaman ng aking puso.
Ang puso kong bumulong nang paulit-ulit na para bang sirang plaka at nagsabing may pag-asa pa. Ang kumulit sa akin na maniwala sa tibay ng ating pagmamahalan.
Ang aking utak na nagsabing wala itong patutunguhan na tila’y totoo sapagkat ang ating mga kamay ay hindi makapagkokomunika nang mahabang panahon at may posibilidad pang hindi na muling magkatampo kahit pa ang mga ito’y kulu-kulubot na.
Ang karibal ng aking puso na aking pinakinggan.
Sayang.
Para bang ako ang paboritong manika ng kapalaran. Ang kanyang manikang paulitulit na pinaiikot sa isang tugtog na di ko kayang sabayan. Siya na tuwang-tuwa na makita akong naghihikahos sa pagbugbog ng bawat pagsubok.
Awat na.
Pihit.
Ayoko nang maalala pa ang pait na ipinapaalala ng bawat patak.
Pihit pa.
Tila'y isang patak na lamang ang ibubuga. Ang bawat halik ng tubig sa baldosadong sahig na lumilikha ng malungkot na tunog na “tik… tik… tik…”
Isang pihit nalang.
Isang pihit nalang at titigil na ang tila duet na paghugulgol ng ahas na nakadikit sa dingding na baldosa rin at ng ngayon ko lang napansin na umaapaw kong mga mata na kanina pa pala sumasabay sa agos ng tubig na dumadaloy sa aking mukha.
Tama na.
Tahan na.
/e.m/
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
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Time Is Alway's Tikking And Tokking
Never Ever ******* Stopping
Hear The Clock
Tik Tok
Tik
Tok Tik
Stop Time's Figting
Get Up And Start Realizing
Look Around You Ungrateful *****
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LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
Masiglang-masigla ang anino ng mga poste ng MeRalCo.
Nagmamadali ang mga oto,
Hinahabol ang matulin na tik-tak ng alas-otso.
Maingay ang mga gusali.
Maraming mukha ang bawat bintanang parihaba.
Ang mga mata ng Umaga
Ay waring mga hinog na mangga.
- P.T.Simon
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
Click! Click! Click!
A sound I hear when I choose a song
Plak! Plak! Plak!
A sound I hear when I write a poem
Tik! Tok! Tik! Tok!
A sound I hear when I think so long
All these happens, boredom I know
Point! Point! Point!
A thing I do when I choose a song
Press! Press! Press!
A thing I do when I write a poem
Gasp! Glare! Gasp! Glare!
A thing I do when I think so long
All these happens, and I do not know
Think! Think! Think!
Stop!
Look!
Listen!
I know!
You are reading one senseless poem!
A sound of cheerful Noise!
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:42 AM UTC
tik tok...
tik tok...
as the sound of the clock,
always reading between the lines
my regrets,
my tears,
my regrets
tik tok..
tik tok..
caught in the middle,
can't solve every life's riddle
always up against the walls,
tik tok...
tik tok...
as the sound of the clock,
alas!
no!
alas!
when the day becomes another day
all I can hear in my ears is
tik tok...
tik tok...
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 6:13 AM UTC
tik tok tik tok
the sound of my personal clock
tik tok tik tok
the time bomb that just wont stop
*ding **** ding ****
the sound of a visitor here
*ding **** ding ****
the pain they try to feel
splish splash splish splash
the sound of the somber rain
splish splash splish splash
fills an ocean full of my pain
knock knock bang bang
the pain the visiter can finally feel
knock knock bang bang
the pain they try to heal
once i open the door and
let them in they save me
from my own ordeal
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
You might be on ****
if you run over your own transmission
pushing your car as hard as possible
because Tik Tok by Kesha is playing.
You're definitely on ****
it afterwards you pull into a nearby parking lot
and decide to just shoot **** there
for the next few days.
You're not on **** anymore
when the business owner is fed up with you
and you're falling asleep talking to the police
who only find empty bags and tell you to leave.
The lines become blurred
when you're six months sober
and a psychosis has developed
to the point where you're hiding
behind your couch from the shadow
people with ****** rifles outside.
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 5:19 PM UTC
Tik Tok, Tik Tok, no more time to talk, clear all the ways of your walk.
Your footsteps I cannot follow, so these words I will just swallow, to be deemed useless and heard no more.
Tick tock, tick tock, time is growing still, around us no more chill, except for that which lies cold and the heartbeat. No comfort, no seat, no rest for my feet.
Inside doesn't like dry in this has overtaken my very function bitterness becomes my friend in what looks like the end as my mind spending spends this bitterness turns to sin.
Tick tock, tick tock, now that I am like the world sick, sad, and greedy, how do I look now? Are you satisfied with my iniquity, outward worldly vocabulary, do you have what you need to judge me properly.
I bet you do. ( This is a poem that I wrote before I accepted Christ.)
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Best Week Ever
Just had my best week of all time,
I'm 42 but still in my prime.
Spent some time with Brittany Spears,
I left her begging and in tears.
After a night with Beyonce,
she wanted me to be her fiance.
Just one night with Pink,
now she can't even blink.
Had a date with Katy Perry,
she asked me to pop her cherry.
Spent some time with J-Lo,
she was more sloppy than a joe.
Rihanna likes to play rough,
**** she looks good in the buff.
Me and Fergie ate some black eyed peas,
then we were joined by Alicia keys.
Had a blast with Taylor Swift,
we did it on a ski lift.
Avril Lavinge wanted it never to end,
now she wants to be her boyfriend.
I turned Miley Cyrus back into Hannah Montana,
its a secret what we did with a banana.
Me and Kesha sang her hit Tik Tok,
then she ****** on my clock.
Selena Gomez is a witch no more,
I turned her into my little *****
Carrie Underwood won't slash my tires,
the heat between us started some fires.
Gwen Stefani left the singer from Bush,
she loved the way I smacked her ****
Lady Ga Ga showed me her poker face,
with her I reached every base.
Me and Lita Ford kissed each other deadly,
then she sang me a **** medley.
Madonna said I was her best,
we spent no time dressed.
I was man enough for Sheryl Crow,
let me tell you, she can really blow.
As the week ended, I had Shakira moving her hips,
then I woke up and it was an **** with Gladys Night and her Pips.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
Tik tok tik tok
Suara jarum jam menggema dalam ruangan kosong tanpa makna
Menggerogoti memori memori lampau
Menghadirkan sebuah kenangan
Tik tok tik tok
Sunyi, sepi tanpa kehadiranmu
Senyumanmu
Kerinduanku
Menjalar disetiap nadiku
Tik tok tik tok
Engkau pria ku
Tegakah kau membuatku menunggu
Menunggu hal yang tak pasti
Bagai matahari dan bulan yang berdampingan
Tik tok tik tok
Bahkan eksistensimu melebihi suara jarum jam
Yang selalu menggema direlung hati ku
Yang bahkan kosong melompong
Tik tik tik tik
Kini tak terdengar lagi
Jarum jam sudah lelah
Waktu sia sia
Terkelupas bersamaan dengan hujan yang membasahi hati
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 5:31 AM UTC
Liefde is:
om die langpad Kaap toe deur te dring met Afrikaans is Groot treffers omdat jy sien *** Pappa sy vingers teen die maat van die ritme tik.
Dis om te weet dat Mamma wel omgee al is sy soms te besig om na jou gunsteling gedigte te luister.
Dis om saam met Boeties rugby te speel al wil jou lyf al vir jare nie meer hardloop en rond gestamp word nie.
Liefde woon hier
Tussen die gee en kry,
Tussen die op offeringe,
Tussen ons almal.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
I'm 20 now, my logic still unsound
I still linger around and use **** to drown it out
I try to be perfect, be an adult, and keep working
but I am not perfect, it hurts knowing that it hurts showing that
but vulnerability is a virtue, I continue to work to
to shine my light to shed light on what might
be brewing under the surface, for a random observer
I'm 20 now, I hate the way it sounds
almost like the tik tok of a clock, I’m an adult now
my prime is coming to an end retail therapy to pretend
I'm not where I want to be, I'm not happy where I am
do I keep put on the track I'm on or do I switch lanes instead
too many tabs open in my head, too little time spent out of bed
I need to get on my own feet, I need to plant these seeds, I need to not burst at the seams
because I'm 20 now, cant wait to see it out
wondering where ill be, who’s beside me, and if I’ll still doubt
Mar 9, 2022
Mar 9, 2022 at 10:07 PM UTC
*Time will tell
Time will tell.
Time will tell..
Time will tell…
TIME WILL TELL!*
Like someone who suffers from OCD
I have to remind myself everytime that …
Time will tell!…
Whenever you show up in my dreams you kiss me…
And in reality I try not to fantasize about it when you are near me
Your smell, Your hair, Your smile, Your skin..
Your eyes, they make my temptation rise
In my dreams I can hear the clock ticking.
.Tik tik tik tik…
I wonder, how long are you willing to wait..
In the morning you make me smile
At night I miss you by my side
All I want is a kiss from your lips,
hold them like paperclips
Grab you by your waist and send you to space
I have all these imaginations in my head and they
haunt me every night when I go to bed
-Mofastafari-
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
sveiks dārgais
šodien tev īpaši izceļās acis
vai zināji?
tās mirdz vairāk nekā parasti
vai tu ieraudzīju kaut ko, kas tās apžilbināja?
vai varbūt tās cenšas ieviest gaismu sev apkārt?
apspīdēt cilvēkus, kurus tās uzlūko (?)
vai varbūt tās vienkārši glabā sevī noslēpumu
man nav ne jausmas
tikai tu to zini
es vēlos kaut tu man pateiktu
kaut tu uzrunātu mani
kaut vai bez vārdiem
bez skaņām
bet ar klusumu
ar kustību
ar savu ķermeni
to skaisto ķermeni, kurā dzīvo tava dvēsele
ķermeņa valoda ir pati skaistākā
tā spēj pateikt vairāk nekā simtiem vārdu
tavs smaids ir skaistākā rindkopa šajā stāstā
tu to atkārto tik bieži,
katru dienu
taču man nekad nepietiek..
nekad nevar būt par daudz tava žilbinošā smaida
manas lūpas nekad nespēj pretoties
acis iemirdzās,
sirdspuksti paātrinās
un sākas jauns stāsts,
kurā piedalās mūsu ķermeņi
tie raksta ar saviem locekļiem
pasaku, kurai nav beigu
tā nekad nebeidzas
bet gan turpinās
arī tagad
manas acis uzlūko tevi
tās iekāro tevi no jauna
mana sirds alkst pēc tavas mīlestības
ak mans mīļais
es vēlos veidot jaunu mākslas darbu
paņemsim rokās otas un ļausimies
nedomāsim par laiku
jo laika mūsu pasaulē nav
esam tikai mēs
un mūsu māksla
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
Back and forth it goes
Bruising hearts
Yearning souls
Misguided spirits
Forever in a quest
To realign with the infinite
But eyes wide shut
Minds on snooze
Bodies on cruise
Tik tok
Tik tok
The pendulum sways
everytime and again
© Sonia Ettyang
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 4:43 AM UTC
big Hand laying on top of the small hand straight up midnight.
water drip dropping in the kitchen sink like a dusty jackhammer
solving Chinese algebra in the Blazing noonday Sun
good bye baby so long girl.
you knew the drill off the top of
your head you knew how to make me hurt....so good
I dreamt that dream again last night standing in the middle of the floor.the music was low the tempo real slow
just how we did a thousand times before but this time, this time baby
they were just four walls ,the music playing and the closing of the door.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
It's a simple poem represented in a conversation between a stranger and an ordinary man .
The stranger went to the man's house ...
Ting, tong, ting, tong
Man : who's there ?
Str : sorry for interruption
One of the people is here !
Man : what do u need, sir ?
Str : I'm carrying you a message
an experience from the life I want to share
--Tik, Tok
Man : here u are ..
Str : thanks
Man : so, tell me more ..
Str : oh! That planet out there ..
Looks beautiful from here !
Man : yes, it's marvellous
Based on what I hear
Filling of cozy atmosphere
Full of happiness and relaxation
Besides, it's a place where there is no fear
Str : hahahahaha , u made me laugh
What else did u hear ?
Man : Um.. I heard it's a place
where dreams can be real
And the people there, have machines
That drive them anywhere
Only what they have to do is
To say : drive me there !
Str : fine but ..
I was waiting a question like " where " ?
Where did I come from before getting to here ?
Man : Whoa whoa whoa , who r u ?
Str : just calm down !
I'm one of the people who lived in that planet, sir !
Your speech was rather meaningful !
But that planet there isn't that wonderful !
If u want to go there,
Don't spend a lot of time to think
All u need is just to abandon couple of things !
First , ur heart and humanity
And just about any thing makes u feel
To end up exactly like a beast
Vanging all the meal
Then, seek for things that appeal
Villas, cars , wives and fame !
--- giggling for few seconds ---
-----Remembering that shame ----
Do u know what thing I blame ?
Letting my conscience to be killed
to be like an animal needs to be tamed !
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
My mind drifts
As I swiftly move my palms
To the rythm of my beating heart
Township beats
And Beasts smoking tik
Life blows and age ticks
We need some soul donors
Odors in th air
The dogs compete
Everyday we repeat
When shall we retreat
I'm incomplete
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Jar of my teeth
Sitting on the windowsill
Where I sip matcha tea
Rejuvenate maturity
Hear Him rap the door
Tok tik tok
Sixth time this week
Why am I in shock?
Thrives off fossils like me,
Dust in the crevices
Paper for skin
For thirty years
Dead ********
I let Him in
Skulks around the place
Morbid clothes and beard
But a welcoming face.
I sip matcha tea
Last drop in my cup
Shakes his head in pity
Pouring new life
On my infancy
Never any luck,
Offers me lily tea
Resist no more
Brews life inside of me
Fills my lungs with streams
Freeing to not breathe
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
It's the story of us
Shooting stars
Coming in and out
We fight, we yell
We laugh, we tell
Each other, our wonders or miseries
Standing still, time to ****
Deal with what we will
The pain and love that's very real
Time pushing us over the hill
Tik tik tik tok running out
There's no medication, no pill
Better get ready to feel
In harmony or war
Our hearts need a meal
We fight, we yell
We laugh, we tell
Each other, our wonders or miseries
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
cik grūti ir kaut ko izdarīt
grūti saņemties
un iet uz priekšu
gribu būt brīva,
bez pienākumiem un noteikumiem
gribu dzīvot tā, kā pati vēlos
gribu iet gulēt četros no rīta
un celties divos dienā
gribu izdzert kafijas tasi pēc pamošanās
un ingvera tēju pirms gulētiešanas
gribu skraidīt magoņu laukā
un sajust skaisto ziedu smaržu.
es gribu tik daudz..
bet vai kādreiz kāds uzklausīs?
izdarīs tā, kā t u vēlies?
tam ir domāti sapņi
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
Tik tik berakhir tok
Kau bersua laksana si empu sendok
Meniti waktu dengan langkah jongkok
Asal bukan dengan otak yang pekok.
Satu menit kau pergi
Tiga menit kau balik lagi
Menit ke-lima kau berlari
Menit ke-tuju kau cuma berdiri.
Kejar kejaran jarum kau paling peduli
Bunyi desah jarum kau paling kagumi
Salah sedikit kau hitungi
Sedang waktu kau coba bagi.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 2:14 AM UTC
3rd day in the row,
tik tik,
past midnight,but no sign of sleep,
tik tik,
instead,my brain is drifting into thoughts,
tik tik,
which no man can think in sanity,
tik tik,
sound of clock keeping me calm and awake,
tik tik,
if not for the clock i would have been grotesque by the thoughts,
tik tik,
looking into the abyss through the window near my bed,
tik tik,
thinking about the tree which is right now growing wood for my coffin,
tik tik,
than suddenly,
tik tik,
i saw,
tik tik,
just outside my window,
tik tik,
a face,
tik tik,
i live on 14th floor,
tik tik.
-tik tik by adarsh singh
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC