"toc" poems
Eyes on the clock
Tick toc tick toc
Sipping a cup of coffee
Darker than the sky
Rain sliding down the windows
Pitter patter pitter patter
Watching people come in and out
Sitting at the table
"Order up!
Two Vanilla Blonde Roast Coffee's!"
Yelled a man,
But all I could hear was the music
Chiming around the room
And bouncing off the walls
Multiple conversations
I sat there
In that room
Writing stories
And Tales
Like no other had done
Such where the hero was the villain
Stories that could only be deciphered
By those who have felt the pain
Of the lonesome characters
That these stories depicted
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
light cursed falling in a singular block
her,rain-warm-naked
exquisitely hashed
(little careful hunks-of-lilac laughter splashed
from the world prettily upward,mock
us….)
and there was a clock. tac-tic. tac-toc.
Time and lilacs….minutes and love….do you?and
Always
(i simply understand
the gnashing petals of *** which lock
me seriously.
Dumb for a while.my
god—a patter of kisses,the chewed stump
of a mouth,huge dropping of a flesh from
hinging thighs
….merci….i want to die
nous sommes heureux
My soul a limp lump
of lymph
she kissed
and i
….chéri….nous sommes
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Cold, unforgiving.
My soul froze in time.
I gave love its last chance,
And clocks stopped.
The big hand contorted,
To mock my closing veins.
The small just pointed
And laughed in my face.
So I shattered all the timepieces,
Forbidding me to count the seconds alone.
In an hourless world,
I lost faith in hope.
The walls as my best friend.
My bed the only lover.
I'm content in waiting
For my torturous life to be over.
But you found me
Wrapped in passing seconds.
Prisoner to tic tic
Pacing in my head.
Where my skin
Tasted of decay.
And my claws retired
From scratching at the gates.
Given up on fighting,
Satisfied with thousand pound lungs.
A half timed beating,
Beneath my hollow ribs.
My souls began to thaw,
Clocks began to move.
All from your touch,
All from your air.
The big hand straightens.
And the small silences itself.
Opening my veins.
No more comically mocking my pain.
Your gentle hands piece together,
All the pieces I shattered.
Back to counting
All the seconds I'm alive.
My walls become acquaintances.
You replace my bed.
I'm not waiting,
This life won't end.
No longer bound
By the song of passing time.
Free from "tic toc",
It's a little less crowded in my head.
Warmth returns to my skin.
My hands click awake.
Not ready to scratch,
But to create.
There is no fight to give up.
Air quickly lifts my lungs.
There's a full paced beating,
Inside my glowing chest.
All because you touched me.
You kissed me.
With a calm fear,
You woke me from my sleep.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
In a crowd she stands alone,
her beauty creeps out.
Mysterious shades of color enchain her captivating allure,
every shade more beautiful than the last.
The efflorescence of a flower fails to image her,
flawless from head to toe.
The illusion of free will quickly fades,
I cannot deny my attraction to her,
She glows.
Warming the room by her graceful movements,
clocks slow, each second delights in her every twirl.
Tick. Toc.
Her look sets me at ease.
Freeing me from my uncertainty, I now clench belief close to my heart,
summoned by a dream with every beat.
I am left in a daydream,
As, she is gone…
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
"italicized idleness
illuminated by the
tic toc of time;
fueled fluorescent in
the blue confusion of
flickering bulbs &
clinical corridors of
filler conversation."
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
Time rolls
its mossless stone
slowly tonight.
It is as though the
tic
has lost it's
toc.
Seconds have become
thirds, fourths, fifths.
So slowly does
the smallest hand
move upon the cracked face.
Minutes no longer tiny minute things.
But now gargantuan wedges
of pie.
So large as to feed
history's poor twice over.
Hours are unpowered,
flacid flat balloons
without breath or form
smothering all thought.
The grandfather clock
in the hallway
has embraced senility
and no longer
completes it's
pre-ordained
preambulation
around the
captured sundial.
It has now given itself
airs and graces.
Believing in heart and mind,
and cog and pendulum,
to be a jazz percussionist
banging, tapping and ringing
in an off beat tempo
somewhat lacking in
basic rhythm.
So time runs
with the scatterd
predictabality of the Tardis.
Bigger on the inside.....
Slower on the darkside
of the grandfather clock.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
Enter Pygmalion
Sculptor of my flesh
Firm hands of a man
Desirous of himself
Ego outstripping
Lust driving
Hard stone chipped
The night sounding
Like an uneven clock
Tic tic tic with nary a toc
And the outer shell of my existence
Slowly fades
Chunks and
White marble dust
Removed to find my bust
My curves
My lips
My stony eyes
Fake garbs
With hard wrinkles
My shoulders sanded to perfection
Carefully crafted collarbone
Body finally fully formed
The master Artisan
Find his own enslavement
Obsession with his own creation
Thus all other loves pale in comparison
Perhaps that is the curse or fate
Of all true Artists
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
Indecisive and sounding as interesting as a brick
wall, I sauntered along the brick path colliding
with my brick silent mood, causing me to falter
kicking the covers, dislodging the brick,
hour on hour in the brick dark night, eyes
feeling brick heavy, tossed, turned,
the bathroom, bricked in on four sides,
plodded in the dead of night to the beat of
heavy laden feet, tic toc as the brick swings
soil, solid bricked ground, shuttered down
solitude, walking away....a heart,. brick heavy,
awash, water swirling, brick pockets....sinking
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
They told her
That women fade out
Of the spotlight
As time
Tic-toc
Passes by
And they fade
Melt
And sag
In the summer heat
Of the ellipsoidals
They told her
That she wouldn't live
If she put on her armor
To fight off the criticism
And she donned the golden band
Uniting her with her dreams
They told her
That she would be surrounded by people
But entirely alone
And she listened
But behind her teeth
She locked a thousand biting words
And a lashing tongue
That she yearned to unleash
On their haloed heads
Instead she shrugged on her apathy
Strangely warm
And gray-hooded
Like a murky puddle
Formed on the cracked asphalt
Of an abandoned playground
But when she went home at night
What they said
Dared her to prove them wrong
So she shook off the gray
And the murk
And she did.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
Cheeks spread
Turds dropping
Water splashing
up my crouch
Second level
Angry birds
Tic toc
Tic toc
Cheeks sore
Legs numb
15th level
Angry birds
Tic toc
Tic toc
**** inching
why
why
oh!
need to wipe
wipe
wipe
miss
**** on my hand
lick lick
clean!
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC
*tic-toc
goes the clock*
you set your eyes on her
and now you're lost
*tic-toc
goes the clock*
you talk to her
and drown in the pools
of molten gold
that are her eyes
*tic-toc
goes the clock*
you talk to her
until the sun is up
and her phone battery's flat
*tic-toc
goes the clock*
you hold her hand
and know you've got her
*tic-toc
goes the clock*
you hug her tight
and know she's lost
*tic-toc
goes the clock*
you kiss her with
your deceitful lips
*tic-toc
goes the clock*
she's all yours and
you possess her
*tic-toc
goes the clock*
you make her happy
and maybe for a while
you even care
*tic-toc
goes the clock*
she's truly lost,
she loves you
*tic-toc
goes the clock*
but you grew bored
and faked it
*tic-toc
goes the clock*
you left her
and you broke her
*tic-toc
goes the clock*
and now even
nursery rhymes
are about you
you *******
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
let me introduce you to my dearest friends,
addiction;
sweet serenity
pain and passion
desire and love,
depression;
sadness and melancholia
nostalgia
the weight of the world bringing you down
the thoughts about yourself
anxiety;
your fast heartbeats
your breathless minutes
the time you think it's over for you
when you close your eyes
you're ready to say goodbye
the feeling of never being good enough.
i have those vices, i have those problems
end up crying in the middle of the night,
hoping no one hears a sound.
trying to make everything better by believing
it would get better
giving myself hope
when there could be none.
i have died so many times
inside of my head
i have tried too many times
to get out of my head
but it never seems to work
now let me introduce you to my worst enemy;
time.
ticking by so fast,
taking every breath of mine
ticking too slow,
when pain knocks on my door
letting the nights of happy moments pass by
and the night of suffering endless
but a second is always a second,
and a minute a minute
and time will tic-toc
tic-toc
till you run out of heartbeats,
happy or not
but it's all in your head
when you take your moments too fast and too slow,
it's all in your head when time passes by so quickly
it's all in your head when you die before you do.
but is what's in your head real?
because reality doesn't exist
and nothing else does,
everything is how we create it and see it
nothing is too real to our eyes and nothing is too surreal.
i know i think too much,
maybe it's because i think too much
that i have so many vices
and fears
but to get rid of those,
you'd have to give up thinking,
would you?
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
I am trapped in my own memories, an endless whimper through frail bones.
Despite the clocks ceaseless “Tick Toc”, I remain in my own fearful zones.
The sweat drizzles down my heart, Anxiety rushes through my veins.
Stay away from me love, NO NO NO, I don’t want the Pain.
I feel you lurking through those dark corners, I’m afraid.
Running from the fear of you, out of my body I have strayed.
I don’t want you to burn my soul, crush my aorta into stones.
Your trying to pierce my heart, I’m terrified, please leave me alone.
I've met you; I've savored your sweet honey taste in slow sips.
That was before the honey bees came to sting my coated lips.
The horror, the thought of love, the feeling of love is terrifying.
Is love really the phobia, or is it the hurt that I am memorizing.
It all boils down to love; it is out to get me, to hurt me.
How do I make it go away, how do I make it FLEE, FLEE, FLEE.
It's creeping around my lonely heart, to feel is what I fret.
I hide, but love removes my hands from my beating chest.
Persistent, don't you get the point of my reaction.
Love, why do you wish to grant me dissatisfaction?
I know, I want you, I want you it's true.
I'm so afraid of what damage, maybe wonders you may do.
What will you do? Please don't hurt me anymore.
I picked up those pieces that you left broken before.
I will get over this fear, If you show me a little, just a little grace.
Kiss me softly, I will open my tightened eyes, to see your beautiful face.
Even then my palms will be damped with frightful anticipation.
You penetrated your way inside of me, Love you are penetrating!
Please stay this time, I'm really afraid that you will go!
To have love away from me, I can't stand it, I don't know!
**My phobia is not having you Love!
Not having you is my Phobia.
Loving is not the Phobia!
The Phobia is loving not!**
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
Oh, evil clock
you are my truest enemy;
your twisted hands
taunting me
consistently.
Why do you hate me?
If only I could forget you!
Let you go for just
one second...
Yet then, alas,
oh clever foe,
You have me again.
From your evil clutches
there is no escape.
For even in a moment's reprieve,
I reminiss, and
then, suddenly,
the moment measured,
I lose again.
You stand proud upon the wall,
Oh evil clock,
And I can only pray...
The day shall come
When I have won,
By counting, instead,
My beating heart,
Above the sound
Oh evil clock
of your two slaves...
Tic + Toc.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
Long roads travel on
Straw stroking my ankles
Walk, my friend, walk.
Tic toc of guitar hooves
And I sigh with the summer
With me, my companion, with me.
The green takes a blanket over my eyes
Dream of roads where you
Walk, my love, walk
Lost a mind
Taken more with me
With me, my dear, with me.
Breath smells of warmth
I smell of you
Happy, my life, we are happy.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
There is a clock in my house that is always ticking.
Tick tok tick tok
Sometimes, when I am all alone all I can hear is that clock
tick tok tic tok
hypnotizing me, transporting me to a place within my mind, a place that used to be beautiful and tragic, but now I can't tell which one anymore.
tick tok tick tok
I have began to count the ticks each one reminding me of the time I have wasted
tick tok tick tok
Each second, minute, hour of my life that I thrown away.
tick tok tick tok
I swear if this goes on any longer my heart will begin to beat in the metronomic rhythm
tick tok tick tok
Is no one else bothered that each tick represents one less second until death?
tick tok tick tok
Is this all just in my mind? Am I the only one who is going insane from the--
tick tok tick tok
I can’t sleep, I can’t think, all I can hear is ticking
tick tok tick tok
Its like a time bomb in my head
tick tok tick tok
Waiting to explode
tick tok tick toc
Is it me or is the clock getting louder...
tick tok tick tok
THE **** CLOCK!
tick tok tick tok
IT WONT SHUT UP!
tick tok tick tok
TELLING ME THAT NOTHING LASTS
tick tok tick tok
REMINDING ME THAT TIME IS PASSING AND I CANT DO ANYTHING TO STOP IT!
tick tok tick tok
I pull out the batteries
tick toc tick----
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
tick toc tic tock
time is ticking away
click clock click clock
to count down the last few minutes
or count away what has past
can't wait for the time to pass
to leave work and drive away
but then when you look back
at all that time
all those years you've lived your life
doesn't it seem as if time flew by
to hurry it up or slow it down
can we ever agree on one solution
to live as if there is no tomorrow
but then to be in the perfect moment
they are often not one in the same
the best of times
go too fast
and the worst
are too slow
but then they are all too fast
when dredged up from memory
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 8:50 PM UTC
Tic… toc …Tic… toc… Tic… toc…
The rhythm of my heart’s been established…
As my mind synchronizes to the tempo of my emotions
My Symphony Of Emotion Begins…
Tic… toc …Tic… toc… Tic… toc…
Conducting this masterpiece is cautiously managed
Every belief has a unique impression
My Quartet of Passion Begins To Play
Tic… toc …Tic… toc… Tic… toc…
…The Tempo’s Slowing
Let’s Add a nice kick
Through Devotions Blowing
Tic… toc …Tic… toc… Tic… toc…
To Keep Our Place
The Vocals Of Love
Come Into Play
Tic… toc …Tic… toc… Tic… toc…
Keep the metronome’s Tempo
Move This Melody Forward
Before The tempo of the metronome slows down…
Sep 12, 2009
Sep 12, 2009 at 4:26 PM UTC
À Max Jacob.
Vers le palais de Rosemonde au fond du Rêve
Mes rêveuses pensées pieds nus vont en soirée
Le palais don du roi comme un roi nu s'élève
Des chairs fouettées des roses de la roseraie
On voit venir au fond du jardin mes pensées
Qui sourient du concert joué par les grenouilles
Elles ont envie des cyprès grandes quenouilles
Et le soleil miroir des roses s'est brisé
Le stigmate sanglant des mains contre les vitres
Quel archer mal blessé du couchant le troua
La résine qui rend amer le vin de Chypre
Ma bouche aux agapes d'agneau blanc l'éprouva
Sur les genoux pointus du monarque adultère
Sur le mai de son âge et sur son trente et un
Madame Rosemonde roule avec mystère
Ses petits yeux tout ronds pareils aux yeux des Huns
Dame de mes pensées au cul de perle fine
Dont ni perle ni cul n'égale l'orient
Qui donc attendez-vous
De rêveuses pensées en marche à l'Orient
Mes plus belles voisines
Toc toc Entrez dans l'antichambre le jour baisse
La veilleuse dans l'ombre est un bijou d'or cuit
Pendez vos têtes aux patères par les tresses
Le ciel presque nocturne a des lueurs d'aiguilles
On entra dans la salle à manger les narines
Reniflaient une odeur de graisse et de graillon
On eut vingt potages dont trois couleurs d'urine
Et le roi prit deux œufs pochés dans du bouillon
Puis les marmitons apportèrent les viandes
Des rôtis de pensées mortes dans mon cerveau
Mes beaux rêves mort-nés en tranches bien saignantes
Et mes souvenirs faisandés en godiveaux
Or ces pensées mortes depuis des millénaires
Avaient le fade goût des grands mammouths gelés
Les os ou songe-creux venaient des ossuaires
En danse macabre aux plis de mon cervelet
Et tous ces mets criaient des choses nonpareilles
Mais nom de Dieu !
Ventre affamé n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les convives mastiquaient à qui mieux mieux
Ah ! nom de Dieu ! qu'ont donc crié ces entrecôtes
Ces grands pâtés ces os à moelle et mirotons
Langues de feu où sont-elles mes pentecôtes
Pour mes pensées de tous pays de tous les temps.
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Tik tok
Tic toc
J'attends, j'attends et j'attends
Les heures passent lentement
Tik tok
Tic toc
Basta et assez
Y'en a marre
Already
Hasten et vite vite
Basta et allez
J'en ai marre
Already
D'attendre, attendre et attendre
Les tics tocs
Et les tiks toks
Que les tics toquent already
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC
Cards shuffled back and forth
Diamonds, hearts, aces spades torched
Precious and sacred yet volatile
Once friends now foes
The clock sounds.. tic
Days months years torn
Seconds minutes hours lost …. toc
Pushed aside and forgotten
The cycle runs for miles
Families friends lovers all memories
Lie helplessly in the hands of time
Pasts futures combine
leaving no distinct design
Fingers try to find remedies….
As the cards begin to shuffle back and forth
Diamond, hearts, aces, spades become torched
The clock sounds … tic
Seconds minutes hours lost once again… toc
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 1:52 PM UTC
Home for me is somewhere over the rainbow, at my great grandparents
house. Well it was once my home before I left the family gathering place. When I
think of home it's the place: I can rest, feel the best and live life without stress.
Today I do not come home without stress because I don’t feel the best or get
enough rest to help my days go by. There are days I come to this house where I
get no reply, it even gets to the point where all I can do is cry. Where am I at, this
house is not a home, its just like I'm trapped up in this dome yelling to these four
walls “there is no place like home. There's no place like home.” In this house I
do not feel the protection I seek, if anything I only feel weak. Is this disturbing,
can you picture it now? Well guess what times up, time to go, see you later, ciao!
I got to find way back home, back to the place where me and my cousins use to
roam. However where are we now, separated trapped in this house with no
where to go, no family to see, OH HELL NO! I can not take it anymore, I really
have to go. Tic-Toc Tic-Toc, My brains about to blow! Get me out of this place
take me away, I want to go back, not tomorrow but today. Where are my loved
ones? They have gone to soon, now to a better place now up in the sky with all
the balloons.
Its been a long time since I've walked through doors of this place I call home.
Home is much less than it used to be. Where is all the laughter, the joy, you know
the family? Come on, jokes over you've got to be kidding. What happened to all
the barbecues, the 4th of July's and all the thanksgiving? Is this what we have
come to, a family with no more tradition. Just because Grandma and Grandpa
aren't here we start to lose our ambition. This is not right, this separation the
divide that only leads to total deprivation. I scream to up beyonder “Grandma and
Grandpa you've got to come back come help before the foundation you’ve
created begins to crack.”
Was all that had happened just a lie? The tiny voice in my head keeps
screaming who am I? Is my home today, what it used to be or is it just me? What
am I to believe, when I sit here just trying breathe an process the thought as to
where my expectations should be in reference to the place I call home. Its like I've
become so numb and its hard to look in the mirror to see what I have become. Its
hard to believe that the place I once called home is no longer what it was, and
just by looking at me you cannot tell the damage that it does. Remember when I
said, “ home is where the heart resides,' I left out one part, its for you to decide. So
to me I am homeless with a heart in search of a place. Now all I have to do is
figure out how to keep it on a stable pace, because without a home there is no
safety. All that is left is for me to walk alone bravely.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
Tic Toc at the midnight hour,
peddling along louder and prouder.
Clock my dear friend,
you've done it again.
Every single second I learn
that time has passed,
and you're consistent,
I hear it sixty times
within a minute.
And he continues.
Smugly taunting along
with that perfect timing
envied by all musicians.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
Vowed never to
fall in Love,
Thought was
Feigning,
Wild and reckless am falling Deep,
Entangled by Devils
wings Deep am
falling Deep, Deep!
Love seemed
Chimerical and I Credulous, NO!
A Tear Drop,
a Shed of Tear
Is all it Took! A tear Drop, a Shed
of Tear is all it took,
For me to Open
my Heart,
with Ease Deep I
fell, As the Clock Tics
with a Tic Toc sound,
my Heart misses
a Beat with a
big Pound,
A Tear Drop, a Shed of tear
Is all it Took! A Drop of Blood,
a Shed of blood is
All it Took,
Every move that I
make to Forget you,
Bourne a Pain so Strong that makes
me go Back,
to your Arms,
where I feel
Strong and Safe,
From the Harsh Earth and
its Cruelty!
A Tear Drop,
a Shed of Tear
Is all it took!!
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC