"timezones" poems
i sit here in tomorrow,
as you lay there in yesterday.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC
You sit in sunshine
While nighttime caresses my lips
And sleepiness is a war keeping me
from your morning
You fit into tomorrow
While the past is a circle trying to be a square
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
There's a painting by Botticelli
I've always loved,
showing Venus being born naked
from the ocean and
not fearing the current.
Those around her renounce her body,
scrambling to clothe her,
turn her virginal,
contain the way her eyes cross galaxies,
shine all the way to Pluto.
But she is soft, unwavering,
not noticing the mortals' concern
about her *******
and bare collarbone that could catch water
at its base.
I found you halfway across the world on the steps of the Uffizi
and in the 3 hours it took you
to show me some of the best art on earth,
I was transfixed only
on the orbits of planets in your eyes.
Shortly before the sun set,
you took me through the secret corridor
Cosimo de' Medici built to walk across the
rooftops of the city
where you kissed me but
told me you didn't believe in love,
that all you needed was art,
and Michelangelo,
and in that moment
I saw Venus in your collarbone.
Saw a shell under your feet,
saw the universe in the way your freckles connected,
saw how you immortalize yourself
among the rest of the art in Florence
so no human can bring you down to earth,
can make your heart stop,
show you what it's like to cross timezones
with a single touch.
And here I am,
wanting to be your Botticelli,
to paint the uneven slope of your shoulders,
the crookedness of your right ankle,
your fear of exposing yourself to someone
who could love you.
It must be lonely out there, Venus,
on your little fishing boat by the sea.
Botticelli's painting was found
long after his death,
laid into the floor of
an abandoned villa in the south of Tuscany.
Venus looking lost and mortal
between cracked paint and chipping walls,
like the way you hide between
the dusty statues of the dead statesmen and fading portraits
long after the museum closes,
just you with only history to hold.
You want to believe in love
as past-tense,
like you've lost faith in present participles and the fact
that art is still being made,
and people are running barefoot into future conjugations
together.
Don't come back to land, Venus. Vanessa.
I won't be here waiting with a towel
or an art critic
or a spaceship.
But maybe,
just make a little room for me on your shell
under the sun,
atop steady waves or Florentine rooftops.
Throw the map overboard.
Let's forget the shore.
And Michelangelo and the rest of them
will smile as they see us off.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
There is no hope for this sanity I spend my days divulging in.
I dive and dig and burrow my way through these sands of time
trying to find a mind my body would work well with
but these days, these days are numbered
and my life is a leap year.
It's February again and I am cold on the inside,
but it's actually July and it's hot outside
but my mind can't tell the difference.
My body is indulging in the solitude of snow and darkness and winter.
Whether or not my body knows that the days mesh together
and the weather doesn't exactly make you feel invincible
well the verdict is still out.
The cold makes me feel invisible and the heat makes me melt
my mind is on thin ice and mother nature knows more about me
than my own mother.
I am in love with the idea of belonging to no one
and never owning a calendar because these years
they all blend together in the end
and you end up trapped under 50 feet of snow
and debt and diapers and divorce papers.
Nothing is set in stone
and these hands on the clock you spend your days watching
are just fixed elements in your subconscious
making it feel like you have your life together
when in reality, you don't and never will.
This life is calendar year and our days are numbered
365 days until you realize you spent another year
watching a clock that ticks for you and a billion other people.
But when will you stop and realize, the stars are watching
and they never skip a beat.
And somehow this earth still turns slowly
even when yours feels like it's weighing down on your chest
and you can't breathe because it's too cold
and you can't run because you can't feel your feet
so you're stuck there wishing
that you remembered what summer felt like,
it's just another calendar year
and your car door is frozen shut again,
and you're already late for work.
and it's just another calendar year.
I'm in love with the idea of belonging to no one
but I'm in love with belonging to nothing instead.
It's just another calendar year
and I'm not going to waste it wishing for a sunshine
that won't be coming anytime soon.
The weather is bi-polar, as am I.
So I appreciate the change-
because I can finally relate to something
when everyone else is stuck wishing for the sun.
I look up at the stars and realize-
we're all in different timezones
but we all share the same sky.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
If after afterall,
I'd still take a stab at writing about you,
then I guess nothing has changed
from that psychedelic view.
It's barely noon and I feel that one
February where we stopped seeing that
view, a scenery so changed by oceans
and timezones and the ever changing me
and you.
After afterall,
these little peace signs still hang
around from my neck, then I guess it's
the same as wearing my heart on my
sleeve, and your name's still on it.
Reader, do not listen to William Fitszimmons on a Thursday, when you're on a deadline.
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 4:45 AM UTC
We have our timezones.
You have lit my nights
with oil lamps,
and scribbled words,
dripping ink,
bright blue circular, circumventing words.
I have glistened your days,
with sunshine,
and the smell of rain,
with sprinkles of cool
breeze showering on you.
My candles and rays,
are tip toeing out of sight,
I fall short of noticing them,
(partly because work kills me)
but more so,
because you have made
them seamless,
and thriving.
My pages,
do not boast of love,
or affection,
or any of that miserable
writing,
they screams passion,
they rip into anger
and courage,
belief,
belief you sewed into me,
with your gentle hands,
fidgeting and seeking.
And your eyes,
do not burn from the sunshine,
they glow,
and stare into the depths,
I see in you.
I know you hate the rain,
so mine doesn’t actually come down on you,
it lingers with its scent teasing you.
The cold breeze doesn’t
suffocate your breath,
it travels through
your body- within your veins,
it is breath.
We have our timezones,
but we meet at the horizon.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
been thinking about you, piano man.
I would stay up to talk to you,
four timezones away,
so late that the dusk would
kiss
the dawns light.
I'm trying to let it go though,
all those "what would of been" thoughts.
I had my closure.
But even though it's been
three years,
I still remember the ocean breeze
on your lips.
Awkward and innocent.
Like you used to be.
Now you're all walls
and no doors.
And although I know there's no,
"maybe one day,"
you'll live in the capillaries in my body,
in the scars I showed you first.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
Sometimes I lay on my bed,
When you lie asleep,
Makes me hate the timezones more and more -
But it allows me to think about you more and more.
I lay there and I dream of meeting you love,
I dream of kissing you the first time our eyes actually meet,
Of holding you tight.
I dream of the taste of your tongue,
Feeling the heat energy given off by your face when I remind you you're beautiful.
I dream of holding you tight
And whispering some ***** things into your ear,
Then you know exactly what I'm insinuating because you'll act uncomfortable.
I wonder what will happen,
Would you give me a church girl's response?
Would you act shy and tell me that you're only doing it for me.
Or would you just grab me,
And tell me by the means of your caresses that you want to...
I wonder if you'll mind,
Mind me and my desires...
Would you give yourself to me wholeheartedly or would you rethink our relationship?
I wonder if you would be mad at me if I forced my lips onto yours in public.
I wonder if you'd be submissive to me, or maybe you'd be the one making demands, begging me to kiss you, give you massages, or just to hold you because you want me closer.
I wonder if you're like me,
One who gets tired of hearing confessions
And just wants to feel loved in another way - by another way, I mean I want you to taunt my pleasure receptors.
I want your skin on mine,
I want to feel you exhale upon my skin...
I just want you,
A lot...
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
Back to try our luck at the American dream
With three suitcases full of fading memories
Stories you don't care to hear
With people once near and dear
Now they've disappeared.
I left a Sydney summer romance
For a transcontinental breakup
In the dead of winter
I'd convinced myself I'd get back what I'd lost
In the lime-light
No where feels like home
But the open road
I'll go at it alone
Through deadzones
Through timezones
I say I'm finally home in Philly
But I say **** I don't mean
They said that's not where you're from
I say I'll start where I am
But I won't end up here.
So I flew out to a West Coast Christmas
To smoke some **** in the sun
But global ruined wrecked my fun
No where feels like home
But the open road
I'll go at it alone
Through deadzones
Through timezones
Now it's always sunny in Philadelphia
And raining in L.A.
The world has took a 180
What else can I say
I can't help thinking that I've done it all wrong
Traveled the world and back
Seen everything there is to see
And I have nothing to show for it
Besides the stolen sand in my suitcase
And faded summer dreams
No where feels like home
But the open road
I'll go at it alone
Through deadzones
Through timezones
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
You used to be my bestest friend
but now I hardly know you.
we live in different places
different timezones too.
You've grown up so quickly,
But I guess that I have too.
Just let me tell you one last thing
A gift from me to you.
you were understanding
together we were twins
yes, you were a bit smaller but
That got you all your wins
you were like a role model
kind, caring, funny
you cared when I got hurt
you made every day so sunny
remember the day that we met?
at the pool, with our families
we still had no idea
That soon our friendship would be set.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
When people are far away, it doesn’t mean we stop loving them.
But it’s a different sort of love.
An ache in your heart, and in your thoughts, when they come up in conversation.
A small lump in your throat when you think about how long it’s been since you’ve seen them, or hugged them, or even gotten a text from them.
It’s that single tear you shed when you get a meaningful voicemail after you missed their 4th call in two days because of timezones or work schedules or weird sleeping patterns you hadn’t even realized you’d developed since the last time you were a part of their lives.
It’s forgetting what they, specifically, look like but still remembering how they smell. And how their hand feels in yours.
Just because they aren’t near you, or living life with you day to day anymore, doesn’t mean you can’t love them just as much.
It’s possible that you love them even more. Their everyday mistakes aren’t around to remind you that they aren’t perfect. Their little slip ups won’t unconsciously disappoint you, nor will their poorly timed jokes and indiscreet innuendos make you feel uncomfortable in the presence of others.
Instead you have all of your memories together that are worth keeping around.
And the solid truth that you do so want to see your loved one again.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
I hope you know
I always choose
to miss a couple of hours of sleep
just to make our timezones meet
and get a glimpse
of a pixelated you.
I hope you know that amidst
the rustles and bustles of bicycles
moving and flying around
my playground
I sneak into a quiet spot
just to send you a text message to know how my day is going.
It's my choice to make you feel like I am just there :)
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
i want to go to sleep
but you're just waking up
so now i don't want to
timezones = ruining lives
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 8:14 AM UTC
*The sun and the moon
within different timezones
can never ever meet,
and so they wished
for an eclipse.*
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
my heart breaks a little
knowing that one day,
we'll be miles apart.
my heart breaks a little
thinking about the fact
that we'll have to battle distance.
my heart breaks a little
considering that someday,
we'll be in different timezones.
my heart breaks a little,
but as i realize how blessed i am
to love someone like you,
my heart starts to break a little less.
my heart breaks a little.
my heart breaks a little less.
my heart will always yearn for you
and i'll certainly wait 'til i get to hold you again.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
11:09 PM will never be the same
I imagine the space over the earth
Where the sun, moon, and stars appear
Gaze on the sky for me tonight
Think of me when you see the clouds
I lie awake on the other side of the world
Cursing timezones and different horizons
I wish I could hold you and tell you this
"Let me taste those lips before I even see the world"
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
This is crazy.
Very. very. crazy.
I am here in front of a universe we created
you and I.
Nobody else.
I am soaking in this virtual reality
that knows no bounds
and respects no timezones.
I wake up everyday
looking forward to talk to you
and I sleep at night
seeing you in my dreams.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 5:33 AM UTC
they say:
age is but a number,
distance is but a scale,
and time is of an essence -
yet i find their concept to be suffocating.
confining as it bends me to it's whims.
age is the number that decides who our friends are.
splitting us apart by birth dates into
elementary, middle, junior, high and college -
sending us away to embark on different paths
while others are left behind.
distance is the scale that determines how often.
when can our presences linger with one another
and at what lengths must we cross?
cities, state lines, rivers, countries, oceans -
at what point is the distance too wide to close.
time is the essence that destines if at all.
where schedules collide and overlap,
timezones over riding the possibilities.
seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months -
they all pass with one of us always a head of the other.
and as we move on with our lives, i see that
i use these as excuses of why we have drifted
instead of facing the facts;
perhaps we were never that close to begin with
as our memories turn to grey.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC
perhaps i have only kronos to thank
for our timezones are close enough
for us to meet in dreamland
where the line
between dreams
and reality
bends
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
its cold outside and i can't sleep because of you
keep me addicted to my phone, lonely but not alone
its 2am for me, because of these **** timezones
letters against a bright screen, squint my eyes against the light
my eyes are burning, i think im slowly going blind
hopeful messages promising to one day meet up
slip that engagement ring onto your finger, a binding promise
to find you, see you, kiss you, hold you in my arms, in person
not knowing if the other is perfect
~risking ruining your perception of me
because here behind my screen you think i'm everything
~but im bound to disappoint you like i always do
i want to marry someone ive never met
~is this something i'm going to regret?
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 6:59 AM UTC
Six hours behind.
If we were in the same time zone
I wouldn’t have to spend all my day
Waiting for you to wake up
And missing you like crazy,
And I wouldn’t **** up my sleep pattern
Just so I can talk to you.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC
I am me,
but he's full of colors splattered over a human-sized canvas
that I want him to paint me an Avant Garde
eventually we will make a mural of the sky from twilight to midnight,
but he's still far away, shining bright
only toned down slightly due to daylight.
I am me,
but he's an exclusive painting timezones away
and on my paper is without color but his
light inspired poetry.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
The ageing old factory told a tale
Staff have plenty of stories to tell
Of a nasty ghost simply named William
A blackness in a supernatural shell
On the allotment near the river
His horse could be heard at night
Hoofs ride eerily along the grass
Audible in clarity but rarely seen by sight
Myself and a friend believe we saw him
Stood between the factory walls
We only noticed he had a transparent body
After he refused to answer our calls
He just lifted his arm and pointed
And it chilled us to the bones
That night is etched in my memory
When us and him crossed through timezones
The children painted a mural
On a building next to the bowling green
He was pointing like he did to us two
Its the most chilling thing I've ever seen
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
I saw a dream at sunrise
I won something
Something I didn’t know I wanted
Something I didn’t know I needed
But it felt like Uncharted Territory
As if I was trying to make a home for myself at a place where I didn’t belong.
It felt a bit like loving you.
Did you know I changed cities? I heard you did too
Will you sing Hey There Delilah for me, now?
Opposite continents and timezones
I would stand at the Tropic of Cancer, just to melt a little more
Because you were the summer of my solistice.
I saw a dream yesterday at sunrise.
It was about winning you- because that’s what it was; a contest.
To your shattered heart.
But it felt a lot like Uncharted Territory.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 1:42 AM UTC
So The Song Is WELL KNOWN...
The One That Bob Wrote...
Where These Builders Refuse...
To Use Head Corner Stones...
They Now PREFER To Choose...
The Stones That They Can USE...
Like A Pair of Work Boots... !!!
But Bob’s Words Spoke TRUTH...
That Spoke of His YOUTH...
And How He Was REFUSED...
By His OWN FATHER... Who...
Was Quite Happy To Throw...
Away... His Corner Stone...!?!
But In This World That We Live...
There Are MANY Like Him... !!!
Who’ve Been QUICKLY DISMISSED... !!!
Because of Their SKIN...
By SADLY... Their Own Kin... ?
From... Michael Holding...
To These HATEFUL RACISTS... !!!
Corner Stones Have NOT Been...
What Have Been ACCEPTED... !!!
BELIEVE Me... This Is TRUE... !!!
From Those Who Make Tunes...
To Those Who Make Moves...
In BIG Business Boardrooms... !!!
To Those In Actors’ Shoes...
Corner Stones Are Refused...
If They WON’T Just ASSUME...
Positions For Missions...
That Lead To Submission...
Which Leads Me To Women...
And... Girls In This World...
Who Keep On Dismissing...
What They Should Be Licking... !!!
Because They’re NOT Thinking...
They’re Out There GOLD DIGGING... !!!
So CHOOSE To Be Linking...
With Heads Who Be Sinning...
When It Comes To *** Missions... !!!
Cos’ They DON’T Seem To Know...
About... HEAD Corner Stones... ?!?
They Are Now QUICK To Throw...
Themselves Into Zones...
Where Dogs With Small Bones...
Can Slip Into Their Holes... !!!
That They Choose To Keep CLOSED... !!!
To BIG Head Corner Stones... ?!?
UNLESS They’ve Got DOUGH... !!!
You See The Point of This Piece...
Is To Show That It’s... MEANS...
Rather Than QUALITY...
As Well As SKIN TONES...
That PROVE How It Goes...
In This World That’s Now Broke... !!!
Because Head Corner Stones...
Who NOW Sit On THRONES...
... ALL OVER The Globe... !!!
Have Let... Corona Roll... ?!?
So Have Caused Deaths To Toll... !!!
That Have Imposed Controls...
And Tears To Now Flow...
In All Kinds of Timezones... !!!
That AGAIN Goes To Show...
That People Make CALLS...
But Are Still QUICK To VOTE...
For... Political DOPES... ?!?
And Dogs With NO Bones... !?!
And Todays Dumbed Down Clones...
Who KEEP SNIFFING That Coc’...
And Now... EVEN DRONES...
As Their... Head Corner Stones... ?
It’s Just CRAZY To See...
That In TWENTY TWENTY... !!!
That The Words of MARLEY...
Have Become PLAIN To See... !!!!
Because Now You CAN’T Tell... ?!?
Where Head Corner Stones Dwell... ?!?
Who Is... Woman Or Man... ?!?
Or If News Is Now FACT... !?!
And Whose Got The NEW HACK... !?!
But THESE HERE Words Are Fact... !!!
“ MANY Are CALLED...
But MOST Seem To Be BROKEN “...
And NO I’m NOT JOKING... !!!
The Quotient Is GROWING...
Who THINK They Are CHOSEN...
When They Are Just TOKENS...
With Potions Now BLOATING... !!!
How Worthy They Are...
To Be Where They Are... !!!
And Be Treated Like Stars...
Who’ve NEVER Seen MARS... ?!?
It’s All Become A FARCE...
This World That Imparts...
A Level of WOE... !!!
That Has Us In The Throes...
of A Game Filled With Thrones... !!!
Who Are TOO QUICK To THROW...
AWAY.....
... “Head Corner Stones”...
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 12:57 AM UTC