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"timelapse" poems
It’s a simple, mundane day, yet busy with an absolute slew of schoolwork I take up a table in the library, high up on the 4th floor, overlooking The shapes below with different work in the same time and place There’s a large model airplane, an early model, Suspended by cables that attach themselves to the far walls, Yielding the illusion of mid-flight It appears I wasn’t the only one with the idea to seclude myself this high; Around me are the detached murmurs of still more students, bent On the conclusion of their labors, some more eager than I, some less so And closer to me, on a juxtaposed table, is another student, about my age Shuffling through what looks like math But I don’t pride myself much on intrusion, so I let him be For hours we all toiled, us in the 4th floor and us down below The music of light concentration, fluttering pages, a utensil, Swathing through those immobile wings and dwindling on the propeller The time is rapidly becoming the enemy in all our bingo books And of the books stacked in the cluster of cases, some of which will no doubt remind one Of the timeless saying that ‘time waits for no one’ The student of the table next to me is still at work, and I’m still at work And people file in and out of the door which leads downstairs, Faces going in with indignance and a foreknowledge of what they’re to do Faces leaving triumphant, secured in another day’s duty crossed off I steal a look at the student close to me I see him pass a tired hand over his eyes (I agree with his plight) By now we’ve been swarmed with a million like us Jumping from table to table to seat to seat, in groups or in respectable solitude A veritable mosaic of people, a timelapse in ironic real-time, elapsed second onto second The darkness crowds the unlucky surfaces of the windows, tries to push in And like lichen stuck to sea rocks amid a terrible tidal storm we remain Jaded and mentally broken down, but finally we see each other He looks at me dully, I return it with a shrug and the slightest smirk And I think we both understand it Though no words needed to pass through the air, nor signals of the eyebrows, The hand, the heavy persistent sigh We’ve seen the lapse, just us and the jetstream of the world unending And he looks away, and I look away at the suspended plane, still as it ever was
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
Observations of the 4th Floor
It’s a simple, mundane day, yet busy with an absolute slew of schoolwork I take up a table in the library, high up on the 4th floor, overlooking The shapes below with different work in the same time and place There’s a large model airplane, an early model, Suspended by cables that attach themselves to the far walls, Yielding the illusion of mid-flight It appears I wasn’t the only one with the idea to seclude myself this high; Around me are the detached murmurs of still more students, bent On the conclusion of their labors, some more eager than I, some less so And closer to me, on a juxtaposed table, is another student, about my age Shuffling through what looks like math But I don’t pride myself much on intrusion, so I let him be For hours we all toiled, us in the 4th floor and us down below The music of light concentration, fluttering pages, a utensil, Swathing through those immobile wings and dwindling on the propeller The time is rapidly becoming the enemy in all our bingo books And of the books stacked in the cluster of cases, some of which will no doubt remind one Of the timeless saying that ‘time waits for no one’ The student of the table next to me is still at work, and I’m still at work And people file in and out of the door which leads downstairs, Faces going in with indignance and a foreknowledge of what they’re to do Faces leaving triumphant, secured in another day’s duty crossed off I steal a look at the student close to me I see him pass a tired hand over his eyes (I agree with his plight) By now we’ve been swarmed with a million like us Jumping from table to table to seat to seat, in groups or in respectable solitude A veritable mosaic of people, a timelapse in ironic real-time, elapsed second onto second The darkness crowds the unlucky surfaces of the windows, tries to push in And like lichen stuck to sea rocks amid a terrible tidal storm we remain Jaded and mentally broken down, but finally we see each other He looks at me dully, I return it with a shrug and the slightest smirk And I think we both understand it Though no words needed to pass through the air, nor signals of the eyebrows, The hand, the heavy persistent sigh We’ve seen the lapse, just us and the jetstream of the world unending And he looks away, and I look away at the suspended plane, still as it ever was
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Beauty so awkward. Your flaws tell you you aren't thin. Wish to change who you are cause of the discomfort in your own skin. Shed it like a snake. wait for it to dry and harden as time moves by. I miss your old skin. Beautiful with all it's imperfections. Ignore your inner thoughts. Slowly learn to resent them. Writing these lines for you. Snort them. Quickly learn to adore them. See it disappear as it travels up your nostril. You realize my words are in your system and you no longer feel awful. As you start to relax you've realized you relapsed. Words travel quick and tickle your synapse. Fast forward watch the timelapse as you reach the peak or should I say the ****** This drug is so pure, no errors of syntax. Not even at your core yet while I'm aiming at your cortex. These are my words. Become addicted to them. Refer to them when your thoughts come in contact with deception. Use my words to forcefully change your perception. No more pain I promise. Promise these words are honest and honestly I'll keep convincing you of your beauty till I'm exhausted. Self esteem. Here to lift it. Even though I drifted and veered from my intended path, I'm here to help get rid of something awful you refer to as your past. Take my hand. Extend mine to help you up. Cause I've been on the ground too when no one would simply show up. You've been hurt. Your wings are broken. Let me mend them as a token of appreciation for enlightening the world with a smile so contagious that would lead all to believe that you're perfect. perfection. Not what I was searching but that's what I stumbled upon. Your scars make you perfect. They make you human. You exhale an excess of words while I inhale. I feel the words touring to my synapse making my brain as warm as wool. I guess even my own words can make me fall in love with someone beautiful.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
[girl]
Beauty so awkward. Your flaws tell you you aren't thin. Wish to change who you are cause of the discomfort in your own skin. Shed it like a snake. wait for it to dry and harden as time moves by. I miss your old skin. Beautiful with all it's imperfections. Ignore your inner thoughts. Slowly learn to resent them. Writing these lines for you. Snort them. Quickly learn to adore them. See it disappear as it travels up your nostril. You realize my words are in your system and you no longer feel awful. As you start to relax you've realized you relapsed. Words travel quick and tickle your synapse. Fast forward watch the timelapse as you reach the peak or should I say the ****** This drug is so pure, no errors of syntax. Not even at your core yet while I'm aiming at your cortex. These are my words. Become addicted to them. Refer to them when your thoughts come in contact with deception. Use my words to forcefully change your perception. No more pain I promise. Promise these words are honest and honestly I'll keep convincing you of your beauty till I'm exhausted. Self esteem. Here to lift it. Even though I drifted and veered from my intended path, I'm here to help get rid of something awful you refer to as your past. Take my hand. Extend mine to help you up. Cause I've been on the ground too when no one would simply show up. You've been hurt. Your wings are broken. Let me mend them as a token of appreciation for enlightening the world with a smile so contagious that would lead all to believe that you're perfect. perfection. Not what I was searching but that's what I stumbled upon. Your scars make you perfect. They make you human. You exhale an excess of words while I inhale. I feel the words touring to my synapse making my brain as warm as wool. I guess even my own words can make me fall in love with someone beautiful.
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October 30, 2016, 11:45pm // December 31, 2015, 11:45pm I'm waiting for Halloween // I was waiting for New Year's Lying on the floor of a cottage // Lying on the floor of a hotel room That barely has any windows // That doesn't even have windows With a cup of coffee and a bottle of beer // With a cup of coffee and a can of beer Tick tock As the battery power of my laptop goes down My consciousness fades slowly As the two hands of the clock points up Five minutes before 12, we start talking. And thus began the most special moment in my life. I meet the closest thing to my supposed "soulmate" And I've never been happier. timelapse. gone. But in this beautiful deja vu, I hope for a rewind. A redo. Now I wait as :55 turns into :00 and hope that everything will go back the way it was with you.
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Déjà vu
Petting the clouds till they part The ****** red skies bleed their light down upon the mountain of corpses below Children, skulls smashed in, babies on bayonets Hanged men spinning pirouettes Timelapse footage of X-ray sterilization The laughing macemen all smoke and elbows Herding humans into faux showers Grins and rattling grease-guns It is as plain as pain this must be a dream But I do not want to wake up Not until the end When the corpses rise up to consume the exterminators and the screaming begins Then the blood shall flow anew.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC
Birkenau
We met in winter flushed cheeks warmed from weeks with you called love till spring blooms we said I love you Silence turned me blue feeling empty without you thinking what to do thoughts piled up the room she made you smile thinking maybe it was time to let you fly free and so It shall be from that moment on you hated me to the core I was just afraid that you never loved me we stayed for a chance hoping we'd bloom once again tied a broken string yet breaks once again I meant what I said that you were a life that matters the beats of my heart *you were everything, why do we fall apart?* I'm sorry I stopped it doesn't feel like it's us words were still just words and secrets behind your eyes nothing will ever be right
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May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 8:15 AM UTC
Timelapse
A MUSE MEANT With sticky sweet, ****** brown eyes Comes endless nights, with ***** and stick sighs. You course through vessels, pale contrast skin With a little gasp, comes underneath grins. Staircase spirals, stolen glances, everlong lashes Bottom lip biting conversation with dashes- On and lower and lower and on- Cigarette snuffs and now I’m gone To drip and slip, release and grip- Shy mischief nibbles and strawberry lips. Now I’ve done gone into murky beginnings Slinky, ****** backboneless endings. Line after line, the trail sure does grow The plunger pusher’s heart with continuous flow. Sedate, irate, mercifully numb Turn the page with only a thumb. Dance on irises, flecks of honey brown gold Take that lip and forever hold. One above another till the surface comes Drown me before I can count all the sums. Addition is love, so too addiction One plus one, subtract constriction. The mix tape girl’s heart a falling sparrow Doesn’t this vein seem a bit too narrow? I’ll try nonetheless……or lessthenone To fit this silver mouth in with haunting fun. Shadows move but I grab a hold Curl and breathe is all I’m told. I run my hands through cold sweat hair I won’t let go, I would not dare. Your timelapse kiss, someday I’ll miss As I flatline, collapse, evaporate and list……
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
A Muse Meant
My mind knows what my body does not I have seen I have felt I have known beyond the reaches of this world with whom I am familiar Have you never looked into the eyes of a stranger and known you have met before in some other way or some other form Souls know no limits Minds have no boundaries But bodies do Perhaps that is all that keeps us sane Our body holding us to one place in Time and space
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
TimeLapse
Disoriented faces timelapse by as I trudge my way to school. The old women over there carrying a Fairway bag Her grandchildren are visiting her for the weekend. The women  attempting to refrain a smile Her boyfriend is going to propose tonight. The young man carrying a briefcase and rapidly walking He is on his way to his first day at work. The little boy carrying a backpack that is larger than himself His mom packed him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. A million faces timelapse by. I wonder what my story looks like to the grandma, the women, the boy, the man.
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
A Walk to School
Not only once or twice We’ve been this crossroads of not knowing what we are Or maybe we do but why the forwards and backwards? Baby are you not feeling the motion? Don’t know if I can still take.. The hot and cold ,in or out, the yes and no There’s a seed of misery that’s about to sprout panic attack , ready hang on! Timelapse, I feel like throwing up Or is it just me? You turn me around and around This carousel of feelings you put me through My world is spinning, there is no stopping Time lapse I feel like throwing up Or is it just me? Wipe my sick before tears starts coming out This game is making me dizzy I need a pill or maybe just your word Should we throw a dice, and lay all the cards now? Is it just me? Do you feel it too? Swirling, whirling, what about my heartbeat? This wasn’t the case when we first met, Your stares set me onto a non-stop twirl And baby this ride ain’t fun anymore. Don’t know if I can still take.. The hot and cold ,in or out, the yes and no There’s a seed of misery that’s about to sprout panic attack, ready hang on! Timelapse, I feel like throwing up Or is it just me? You turn me around and around This carousel of feelings you put me through My world is spinning, there is no stopping Time lapse I feel like throwing up throwing up ..throwing up.. your love's a hurricane.....
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
Vertigo
Things have been feeling very off for me. I wake up and stare at the light coming in my window and wish I could live in a timelapse and watch the sun set and rise and set again within seconds that I didn't have to be truly present for. I'm searching for life's purpose and the little joys in between but I'm tired of looking so it's not very thorough. I don't want to read books, or play piano, or paint flowers, or talk to friends (not that I have any, anyway) and I don't even have the desire to drink wine all night or try to impress you. My heart feels heavy and my brain feels empty and really I think the problem is that I haven't been feeling anything lately. The numbness has taken over and turned me into some sort of zombie that doesn't even have the energy to eat.
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
Update
Been drunk twice today, once in the haze of dawn in slumbered pile, again before night's drape had drawn a while, while in-between,  through sober gaze, I wished for clouds that went clockwise by. Have spun the empty bottle dry, in rounds with friends who faked a smile, but once the bell had closed that night, and rung in hollowed echoed sigh, I stared at lonely stars trail by. Then circled twice, like the fluttered moth, part blinded by the swinging light.  In thought a bulb in chorded flight, swayed side to side from left to right, whilst I rambled on in shadowed rhyme, When the bell alarmed my wake, I woke just once, then dreamt the dream, when time passed slow, and I lay still in grassy fields, and watched the clouds go clockwise by.
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
TIMELAPSE
/ɪˈfɛm(ə)r(ə)l,ɪˈfiːm(ə)r(ə)l/ adjective • I know that I am mortal by nature. My presence will eventually be erased, and I will be forgotten. But for each and every dreamlike moment I spend with you, for a brief moment, the universe holds its breath. Time stops. If you blink you’ll miss it, but if you don’t… you’ll see an immortal and pure love that transcends time and space. Everything will fade to black and there will just be us and only us if not for a fleeting moment. • Like watching a timelapse of the night sky, like watching the glowing star trails, time flies when I’m with you. We spend hours on end together only for it to seem like a handful of minutes. Time marches on. He is his own master. He waits for no one. Through Time’s eyes, us humans have only been around for less than a fraction of a second. Despite that a mere second with you is an eternity. Even if it’s a passing moment, it’s a moment spent with you. • Things are temporary. There are only so many hours of sunlight, only so many hours during the quiet night. There are only so many fairy-lights lighting the night sky. And our time together will also one day come to an end, as all good things do. Despite this, the years spent with you, the months, weeks, hours, minutes- each and every single second spent with you will be treasured and cherished. You are loved. Now, today, and until the day that I die.
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Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
Ephemeral
Psalmist of refuge and timelapse, Can thou stop the ticking tumultuous hand? Insidious to dietie's You've come short of hypothetical stand!! Provisions make space for new coming shouters, For lovers and doubters of Napoleon like complex!!! Wherein grievers grieve, Where gravestones are scene, Thy gowned mate gets half their respect!!!! A selah for every area skipped young founding Father!!! Can thou brand thine own? No more broken homes to match beautiful daughters to their monsters!!! Polaroid imagery seiging the bathing rooms of suited men's palaces, All chalices tipped, Finalized, None more chapping to cocoa tasting lips!!! Engine made supreme star beings, Control the blood and flesh, So what good's left ? Thou faithful of sighted pics!!! Art thou choked to thy hold? Simmered to thy own ***** stated bliss!!! Hath thou blossomed continually? Perennially you topple towers of watchers view!!! Release thy stamen among the grass, For love is renewed!!!! Times not through, Thy hedging was meant to last!!!
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Caaninite lands
I was nervous for things that had yet to come Constantly thinking about them Shaping my thoughts and my prayers around them The future had me caged in a timeless loop Of overthinking and anxiety Like a dark tunnel leading to the unknown I had turned off the lights to my today And expected that I would see my tomorrow somewhere in the blackness of yesterday
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
Timelapse
Midnight timelapse of the day; a chaotic flasback - pandemonium I'd grow Griffin wings & fly away Off of lifes manic grip - a restless podium Where the spotlight burns my eyelids sore Profoundly fatigued, deep to the core These complications that I can't ignore I want to hit snooze & snore some more.
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Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 2:13 PM UTC
restless
a. Nocturne Behold a heart full of stars, a skyful of cyan grains where we’ll watch motorcars tracing the begonia plains. Reflection of the pines so serene in a pool daubed with turquoise and green. An existence held by hands of elysian mould paints the sundown with sapphires and gold. On stygian seas, the solemn moonlight smiles as lighthouse turns and tides caress the scattered isles. Our dreams fill with saccharine desire to cast melancholia into an astral fire. Waves of warmth brush upon the gilded shore of a pure euphoria we’ve wished to explore. b. Island The fires of your rainbowed tresses endure the teeming tidal waves. You’re dancing with starfish upon the seabed and mingling in labyrinths from light overhead. The mast is towering in summer air. The sun is showering your seaward stare. c. Nocturne Our fantasies collide upon a love laden tapestry hung upon the universe and doused in cerebral majesty. Chameleon stalks in moonlit white as the din of thunder quakes the night. Old troubadour sings for the crumbling skies and paints a floral temple within your lapis eyes. d. Lullaby Night’s dark halo o’er the city showered with diamonds / veiled with gleams. Sleepless labyrinth of gold lamplight floods with ardor from empyrean dreams. Night’s dark halo o’er luminous streams. Laced in stillness, ghosts of the river, a fog of nostalgia pours ‘cross the plain. Silence wanders with cold shadows trodding the orchard away from the rain. Laced in stillness, our misty domain. Song for slumber, a nebulous reverie painting the valleys of our kindred minds. e. Aubade I Birdsong cradled on whispers of air darkness engulfed with aurora. Light pours across the emerald vale and cascades upon sleeping flora. Foxtails waver overlooking the shore, blush skies fade to blue. A caress of sea upon circle stones as the sky dons a novel hue. f. Aubade II Dawn unveils dew swathed green / sunlight parts the white-clad screen / branches clutch foggy plumes as river splits the forest womb. We’re doused in rays of opaline, a shawl of lavender rose, and as our eyes fill with the morn, we’ll paint our reams with loving prose.
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Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
Timelapse
a. Nocturne Behold a heart full of stars, a skyful of cyan grains where we’ll watch motorcars tracing the begonia plains. Reflection of the pines so serene in a pool daubed with turquoise and green. An existence held by hands of elysian mould paints the sundown with sapphires and gold. On stygian seas, the solemn moonlight smiles as lighthouse turns and tides caress the scattered isles. Our dreams fill with saccharine desire to cast melancholia into an astral fire. Waves of warmth brush upon the gilded shore of a pure euphoria we’ve wished to explore. b. Island The fires of your rainbowed tresses endure the teeming tidal waves. You’re dancing with starfish upon the seabed and mingling in labyrinths from light overhead. The mast is towering in summer air. The sun is showering your seaward stare. c. Nocturne Our fantasies collide upon a love laden tapestry hung upon the universe and doused in cerebral majesty. Chameleon stalks in moonlit white as the din of thunder quakes the night. Old troubadour sings for the crumbling skies and paints a floral temple within your lapis eyes. d. Lullaby Night’s dark halo o’er the city showered with diamonds / veiled with gleams. Sleepless labyrinth of gold lamplight floods with ardor from empyrean dreams. Night’s dark halo o’er luminous streams. Laced in stillness, ghosts of the river, a fog of nostalgia pours ‘cross the plain. Silence wanders with cold shadows trodding the orchard away from the rain. Laced in stillness, our misty domain. Song for slumber, a nebulous reverie painting the valleys of our kindred minds. e. Aubade I Birdsong cradled on whispers of air darkness engulfed with aurora. Light pours across the emerald vale and cascades upon sleeping flora. Foxtails waver overlooking the shore, blush skies fade to blue. A caress of sea upon circle stones as the sky dons a novel hue. f. Aubade II Dawn unveils dew swathed green / sunlight parts the white-clad screen / branches clutch foggy plumes as river splits the forest womb. We’re doused in rays of opaline, a shawl of lavender rose, and as our eyes fill with the morn, we’ll paint our reams with loving prose.
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Oh to fill my face with grace So patiently flowering, Kindness growing in smiles and Bright green streaks woven into The murky coffee brown of my eyes Like a timelapse of a million moments of wisdom and compassion Guidance received and given like water rained and evaporated and rained and evaporated etc., etc., A cycle of beauty both physical and spiritual Both reflecting one another And the golden sunlight of healthiness dripping from my footsteps, lighting solar lawn lamps as I walk past, Undying neverland my body so small will be, If being so full of grace, I could achieve.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
grace
We have so much history together Those emotions are burned into my skin But I don't know what I want more To remember Or forget
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Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 6:22 AM UTC
Timelapse