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Ticking Clocks

Contributed by unknown_utopia on Sunday, 14th April 2019 @ 04:45:36 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



Clouds drift serenely
up in the sky
another day has come
for me to manage time
the clock is ticking
and it never stops

I only go out
when I have the need
smoking and stalking on the internet
can sure make you hungry
I blend into the shadows
to avoid the human interaction road blocks

what I see
confuses me
why are so many rude
why are so many people angry
if you call them on their nonsense
the feign surprise
and fall with the fake flop

slowly I get infected
as
frustration overwhelms
my force field is battered
as I scream
in a road rage yell
my sanctuary is out of reach
and I am not feeling well

I regain my composure
and find my way home
the neighbors are smiling
so I throw them a hi bone
I will never misplace my animosity
can not let the injustices build up
gotta let it go and move on

Alone again
I look at the time
the moon is up
stars fill the sky
the clock keeps ticking
all I can do is sigh





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Re: Ticking Clocks (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 14th April 2019 @ 08:29:39 AM AEST
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Wow, to me this is just amazing. I relate to it so much that it felt like it was me.

And just why are people so rude and angry? (rhetorical)

I applaud thee.



Re: Ticking Clocks (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Sunday, 14th April 2019 @ 09:38:44 AM AEST
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I second Timmy!
Awesome writing.
We are living amongst a bunch of phonies . Anonymous at that. In my day you could be anybody you wanted to be over the phone Jim Rockford style. It/'/s the same way today via the cellphone.

A bunch of digital low class know it alls!!!!


Re: Ticking Clocks (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Monday, 15th April 2019 @ 12:17:52 AM AEST
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One writers vision of the world outside. I like the rhyme, and I believe your observations are shared by many!

Your poem reveals your personal truths. What we see is largely who we are.

Your descriptive poem is autobiographical.
softerware





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