"tok" poems
Tatlong katok lang ang layo ng katahimikan
"wala dito, kanina pa umalis mama ko"
utos sa anak na walong taong gulang
habang nagtatago sa palikuran
"sabihin mo sa mama mo, na nagbigay ako ng ulam"
"salamat po ninang!"
"walang anuman", bago siya lumisan.
tatlong katok lang ang layo ng katahimikan
"wala dito, kanina pa umalis mama ko"
utos sa anak na walong taong gulang
habang nagtatago sa palikuran
napakamot na lang ang naniningil ng utang
gigil na nagpaandar ng motor
sapagkat siya'y nagulangan
tatlong katok lang ang layo ng katahimikan
sa pagkatok, tanong ay "tao po?"
sagot ay "tao po"
biglaan ang pagka gulantang
"anak, dali! magtago ka doon sa palikuran"
alam na niya kung sino ang dumating
takot ang bumalot sa kapaligiran
namumugtong na mga mata
at nginig na mga kamay na parehas kumakaliwa
bakas ang kaba sa mukha
at tatlong katok lang ang layo ng katahimikan
ang pinto'y hindi binubuksan
nabasag ang katahimikan kasabay
ng pagbagsak ng sirang pintuan
nasurpresa sa kanyang mga bisita
nangingilid na ang luha
bigay todo ang pagmamakaawa
isa dalawa tatlo, hanggang anim
anim na nakaunipormeng magsasaka
hindi palay ang itinatanim, kundi bala
kasabay ng panlalamig ng katawan
ang ingay ay nilamon bigla ng katahimikan
at kasabay ng katahimikan
ang kanyang ina
ay
binawian
ng
buhay...
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 1:54 PM 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
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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
me and gaming
I sit down the hard day of work and lead is behind me now. Sit in my throne and grab my controller. I get on the war zone with my gun in my hand 20 vs 1
I put my mic on. the rules to the game 1 life 20 vs 20 error players lost. Just what i was hoping for.
"There are 20 of you, and only one of me yo... ""
"you gonna give up noob?"
"You didn't let me finish, you should've brought more players."
Then the blood bath starts as bullets and bolts fly past my head in a symphony of violence
and in the slit second when the strings break and they must replace them I emerge from my cover “one shot one **** thats all you got” not time to waste I run and gun taken 'em out with a head shot. Only got five its time to reload. next I hear a tic but no tok look to my left and what do I see glowing blue light slowly creeping towards me no i can’t be. I make a run for it straight for a cave with my heart racing next to me, cant find the others stating to get scared. wait up there guess who I see a ******* ****** waiting for me. he has yet to see me so lets take advantage of this. I take out my pistol aim for the guy and let his brains reach for the sky. but do to my carelessness I step on the only mine and it was game over. I bow my head in shame look at my screen and think.
well off to Minecraft.
were the everything is a block and I’m a king and control my destiny and by a swing of my hand I can destroy and break anything i wish but also with that swing I can create build and make master peaces. And as I’m claiming the Hill Of Sorrow where my hell lives I take a leap of faith and dive straight into the belly of the beast with my sword in hand and armor that shines with the wrath of one thousand white hot blinding suns of hateful furry. all i wish is one thing to get my **** back from last time i was here. I charge and get my left foot wet or should i see get it set on fire because of the lava river i missed.......FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU.
well off to soul caliber.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 8:25 AM UTC
Chamakte -damkate chehro main bhi
Uski thi pahchan mujhe
"Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe
Wo pagal thi meri hokar'
Wo roti thi mujhse lad-kar'
Jaan waan toh baate thi""
Wo kehti thi ( humsath) mujhe '
Ek sanwli ladki se tha pyar mujhe
Wo ladti' kuch kuch kahti thi mujhe
Par aah karu Jo toh samjh leti thi mujhe..
Uske pyar ka ikraar tha mujhe ...
Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe
karu Jo khata toh tok deti thi mujhe
Par jaane se pahle ROK leti thi mujhe ..
Main hasta tha""uske dil main kahi toh basta tha
Ye ahsas tha mujhe ...
Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe ...
Par
Kab duri badhi,kab wo badle
Kab hum aade or wo lade
KUCH abhaas nahi mujhe ..
Chalo phir bhi ...
Uske dil pe dastak di
Kae baar minnat ki ke geenti tak na yaad mujhe ...
Ek sanwli ladki se tha pyar mujhe ...
Waqt ne kuch or karwat li
Sari kasme todi ***
Meri yaado ko bhulaya"
Pyar,waade,wafa ko jalaya"
Uske hatho se mili bas raakh mujhe
Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe
U toh uska ab kuch pata nahi ""
Beete kai saal toh rahi na kuch baate yaad mujhe ..
Par
ek dhadkan, ek saans, or uski aakhiri baat hain yaad mujhe ...
Ek sanwali ladki se tha pyar mujhe ..
Naaraj hua Jo ladta khudse ..
Tum kyu ** ab bhi yaad mujhe..
Kyu usse tha or abhi bhi hain ye anchaha sa pyaar mujhe ......
Ek sanwali ladki se (hain) pyar mujhe
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
Scrape,scrape,scrape.
Sounds of sad desperate melody as one would agree,
Tok-scrape-pause }x3
The happy anthem is ending,hun.
Might as well give up,
corners are mere torture,
twisting,turning,
every angle you turn that butter knife,
It doesn't reach where you want it to.
The happy anthem is ending,
the desperate background and torturous beat
comes to an end,
leaving an imprint of sadness in your mind.
no more nutella for you.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
The week has to have a weekend
Days have to have a tomorrow
And goodbye to yesterday’s/
In turns will bring the months to an end/
What do we have to face
moving forward setbacks and more
worried looks in the bystanders eyes..
When all is set and done, we have to say grace
We have to look up every morning and whisper to the skies.
The news broadcaster’s never speak of genuine love,
They only wishes to be littered,
While, begging folks to do their part
The cooing of the dark lonely dove
a symbol that there’s is no more love in ones heart
during the these stressful day/
Ten o’clock curfew at night,\/
Essentials workers must only be seen at dawn/
No more than ten to twelve people on sight/
And large outstanding gathering must be gone/
Black Friday’s deals, window shopping strolls
Everything seem on hold, the biggest black hole of 2020/
And nothing spoke to me: not even a 60 inch flatscreen TV/
Let’s take a page from the Jewish customs
Bury the dead in the next seventy two hours/
All November traditions is limit/
Thanksgiving Day a Tic, tok
All Saints Day, All Souls Day, Mischief Night, Bonfire Night
Once you take down the statues, of useless figures
Would History of the injustices will be erase/
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 6:58 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
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
Some micro poems about antiheroes.
I give my best friends black eyes,
I wont lye,
Some of it's their blood,
Some of it's mine,
But I cant talk about the first rule.
Tick tok,
Whirring cogs and grinding gears,
Going after low hanging fruit,
While we're,
Singing in the rain.
Returning video tapes,
Often leads to Huey Lewis and the news,
Raincoat, reservation, rat, rage,
I escape through blood lust and *******
But this is not an exit.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:01 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
As I lay myself to bed
Monsters roam my head
Thoughts run ramped
No disregard
To morn
Slumber hides away
Heart pounds like a drum
Light will greet before
Dreams come
My aching head
My sorrowing heart
My glistening eyes
The question
Why
The answer
Silent as the new moon
Death has no voice
Life has no answers
Tic tock, tick tok
Times up
On life's clock
Copyright©2015 Kelly Chase
All Rights Reserved
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 1:05 AM 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
I'll be an empty canvas
as long as you're the paint
adding color to my madness.
I'll be the midnight sky
as long as you're the fireworks
and it's the fourth of July.
I'll be an empty stomach
as long as you're the butterflies.
I'll be the void
If you'll be the cries.
The ketchup to your fries.
Can't you see?
You fill me up so perfectly.
Like you were made for me
like you and I were meant to be.
You are...
**The feet to my socks
The juice to my box
The tic tok to my broken clocks**.
You are...
My reason being.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
Aaj fir wo bachpan ki yaadein khuli dhup ki kiran si yaad aa ***
hoton pe pyaari si muskaan khila ***
ek bchpn ki maasum chali dikhla ***
wo yaadon hamare befikre pn ki h
jb ersha se koe nataa naa tha
jb hamare muskano m chupa koe dokha na tha
jb khilkhila k hsne s waqt ne hme roka na tha
nahi koe bndhn ki beriyon ne jhkra tha
ab to bndhn ki beriya h
or rok tok ki jangire
wo bchpn ki yaadon ke aate hi
ek masum - schchi si muskaan chere ko khila jaati h
pr ush bchpn k chale jaane ki maeusi aankhon pe lata andhera sa h.
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 8:41 AM UTC
Kaincha tok normal, ever sangle wunnaya?
Omina tellya diss. Nuthin lie kat is good.
Alla us oiz tok English good allatime
Ever day uhda world in mah neighborhood.
Us is sum, y’know, good tokken people.
Yeah, ain’t nobuddy speaks good lie cuss.
Lessen there from round here, ah mean.
We got eddycated good, no muss, no fuss.
We don’t need no college, no way Jose.
We gunna do jess lock are parents did.
We go to school every day till eitghteen
Jess lock dey did win dey was a kid.
Ever now and then, you can get ahold
Of sum buddy whose totally iggnent.
They stick there noses up in thuh air.
They think there better, sumthin differnt.
But really, it’s just a mute point, I mean
Irregardless of whut they bin sayin’
They jess turn stuff round 360 degrees.
It’s jess a nother word game there playin’.
Thuh important thang is to be understood
Not that thuh people say everthang rite.
The important stuff to tok about is
To know whut is wrong and whut is rite.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC