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Array ( [sid] => 45909 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Timeless [time] => 2004-05-02 19:38:00 [hometext] => These are my thoughts on a post breakup talk [bodytext] => Did you ever see a clock, when it becomes
Stuck,
And the second hand
Struggles
To tick on, but
Its jammed;
As if an invisible force is
Holding
It back? But it always goes on, but not
Without a price, always
A few
Minutes behind.

I am that invisible force,
My knees locked,
Swear think on my brow,
But you won’t go on dammit!
This will NOT END NOW!

I feel that time is ticking on our
Relationship,
17 more minutes to midnight
every day another minute passed.
And when it chimes it will be the end
And the beginning;
And I have a
Sinking
Fear, that a new chapter will be written.
But I’m not ready to move on.

So I struggle,
The second hand
SLAMMING
Into me,
Eventually moving along.
But it will come around again,
And I will try and make night
That
Much longer.

And I WILL NOT STOP.
Until my hands are soaked with blood,
Until my muscles turn to mush
And I am panting on the ground.
And the Gods themselves come down
And drag me lifeless to where I was
Found. To where I came.

I will fight
I will try
Until there are no more
Tears to cry.
Until my voice is gone
From wailing into the sky

The world will hear my
***** pain
I will not stop.

I’m not ready to let us go…

I will fight what I never did
And never can control.
I will try and stop the hands
Of time, I fear is
Counting down.

I don’t know, but I feel it
In my soul.

I will run away
I will turn my face
I’m not ready.

I

Still

Love.
5/1/04 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Brie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )

Timeless

Contributed by Brie on Sunday, 2nd May 2004 @ 07:38:00 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

Did you ever see a clock, when it becomes
Stuck,
And the second hand
Struggles
To tick on, but
Its jammed;
As if an invisible force is
Holding
It back? But it always goes on, but not
Without a price, always
A few
Minutes behind.

I am that invisible force,
My knees locked,
Swear think on my brow,
But you won’t go on dammit!
This will NOT END NOW!

I feel that time is ticking on our
Relationship,
17 more minutes to midnight
every day another minute passed.
And when it chimes it will be the end
And the beginning;
And I have a
Sinking
Fear, that a new chapter will be written.
But I’m not ready to move on.

So I struggle,
The second hand
SLAMMING
Into me,
Eventually moving along.
But it will come around again,
And I will try and make night
That
Much longer.

And I WILL NOT STOP.
Until my hands are soaked with blood,
Until my muscles turn to mush
And I am panting on the ground.
And the Gods themselves come down
And drag me lifeless to where I was
Found. To where I came.

I will fight
I will try
Until there are no more
Tears to cry.
Until my voice is gone
From wailing into the sky

The world will hear my
***** pain
I will not stop.

I’m not ready to let us go…

I will fight what I never did
And never can control.
I will try and stop the hands
Of time, I fear is
Counting down.

I don’t know, but I feel it
In my soul.

I will run away
I will turn my face
I’m not ready.

I

Still

Love.
5/1/04

Copyright © Brie ... [ 2004-05-02 19:38:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Timeless (User Rating: 1 )
by luckycharm on Tuesday, 4th May 2004 @ 06:21:29 PM AEST
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I really like this poem alot. You are a great writer.-luckycharm.

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