"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
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
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.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
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.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
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.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC
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
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 8:15 AM UTC
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……
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
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
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
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.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
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.....
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
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.
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
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.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
/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.
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
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!!!
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
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
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
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.
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 2:13 PM UTC
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.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
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.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
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
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 6:22 AM UTC