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Include the motif of clocks in a poem.
Clocks can be representative of time, life and death, and opportunities.
Cole..
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I’m bleeding.
I’m bleeding all the time.
Everyday,
Every night,
Even all day.
I hate myself.
Throw me away.
Treat me like a ruined toy.
I’m already numb enough.
I climb out of the void then fall back in.
I don’t know how to be okay.
I miss being young.
I miss the old days.
I miss laughing all the time.
I miss being happy.
I wish I was happy again.
But I don’t know if that ever gonna be happening ...
Poetry
Feywild
Tick tock
On the clock
Im tired counting down
The sound of tick tock
Lay one bed
Beep beep
Tock tock
I see my ghost in the air
Or my body on the floor
With the sound of tick tock
Going over and over
(Hope this is good, im tired from track)...
Mystery
MusefulHeartđź«€
Time ticks by slowly
Creeping on at a snails pace
Not picking up speed...
Samantha Evans
I swear I’m trying
Trying to stay strong
But the clock ticks on
And I’ve still got nothing
Nothing to show
And I’m dying
Dying to know
And I still know nothing
Nothing at all
So tell me
Is it just me
Or are you in the same boat
Always moving
But staying in the same place?
Cause I swear I’m trying
It ticks on
And I’ve still got ...
Mialoo
**Time likes to trick you**
**Into believing it is the same**
**That it is kind**
**And that with time**
**All the pain **
**Will go away**
****
**Time lies**
**While time can help with the pain**
**It never truly goes away**
**You may start to heal**
**People may not see your pain **
**But if they care**
**They see the scars plain as day **
**Time heals the most basic of wounds **
**But it c...
YA fiction
Writerperson
I’m looking into the future
second after second ticking by
-Wait
wait
WAIT
YOU’RE GOING TOO FAST
the days feel like minutes
and hours feel like seconds
I was a teenager seconds ago
now i’m an adult
rushing through life hoping to get it right
**tic tock**
I’ve made bad decisions
no time to go back and fix them
wait- there’s so much i wanted ...
Atlas
I hate time.
The ticking of clocks, serving only to remind me that _my_ time is limited.
I'm indecisive.
How can one make a decision knowing that every move may be their last?
Tick, Tock.
When my time is nearing its end, who's to say I won't regret everything?
Fulfillment.
How can I be sure that I'm making the right choice?
Love.
I..—
I don't know what that is.
Tick. Tock.
Time doesn'...
Space Cadetter
_Tick. _
You hear the time tick down
Its sand a silken gown
Sand’s hands are wrapped around
Your ever-thinking crown
The sound infests your mind
A never-ending sign
That one day you will die
And your life will be mine
It’s growing faster still
As time does drink its fill
...
Valencia Wolsey
Standing still or flying by
Time seems to move as it pleases.
Though I do my best and try
I can’t take it all in fast enough.
The clock stares down
The face of it moving time along.
Moving to drown
The the simplicity of life.
Stopping it would be ideal
But only a fool would try.
The clock it likes to steal.
Maybe I am foolish after all....
Horizon
Time is a cunning thief , no one’s a boss when the silent stop watch ticks away from life wicked tricks the ones that seem to kick .
Death is a silent watcher one wrong move and you’re a goner , slowly lost in the unknown with no way to get home .
The reaper of my mind chasing me through time , leaving me lost as my feeling are tossed to the side as you begin the ride .
I was a living curse br...
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