The time is 10.23 pm
The time is 10.23 pm;
I thought I would tell you the time.
I realise you will want to have this time again,
But there simply is not the time.
I do not have an infinite supply
And oxygen tanks do not last forever…
I had to rewrite that word three times,
Because I am not fully focused when I should be clever.
I am tired and want to sleep;
Oh what a lovely dream.
The time is 10.42 pm
And my eyes are feeling heavy.
I should have been asleep by now,
But my brain simply said “Ok!…ready!?
And away we go!” Writing more useless thoughts;
I truly cannot even remember the start.
But on I go, telling my tale,
Oh yeah, that’s right, it is the story of time.
My brain is as quick as a snail right now;
I want to be flying through the clouds.
The dreams I have, I want a drink,
But I won’t do that because my back aches.
It’s been a normal day.
I’m still the same,
But time is running me into the ground.
I wish I could be profound,
But not a chance; hey! Give it back!
The time you took,
I need it to write books,
Of poetry, but woe is me.
If I only had the chance to romance,
I think I could be happy;
But I honestly do not know where I would find the time.
I would like to raise a family;
But until I get my house in order,
I will have no wife,
So no son or daughter...
The time is 10.49 pm.
I wish I had more time.
I give everybody what they want,
But time is never mine.
I give to them a piece of me.
I give to you a piece of me.
I give to love a piece of me.
I give to work a piece of me
And I give to anybody who needs,
Yet another piece of me.
I give to friends and family even more of me
And then you keep on asking me,
Oh, why do you feel so empty?
Because I have nothing left to give,
But I want to be the best there is
And I will not accept second-rate,
Because I want the best from my next mate.
I want someone who is divine,
Who shines a light into my mind
And illuminates the thoughts I have.
I want someone to stop me being so sad…
The time is 10.54 pm.
Time is flying by again.
I think I already said that once,
But I do not have the time to go back and look,
Because I want to go to sleep
(Lost counting sheep)
And end this time-taking story.
But this is so much fun to discover!
I will continue and hope to not be boring.
If you have not given up by now,
Relax, we are nearing the finish.
I have woven a web of words for you
And I shall do so until the words run out.
As time goes by and I approach the end of this wish,
I simply remind you to give me a break.
Love me or not.
Like this or not.
I am tired, so whisper your response
And I will thank you for not being too loud…
The time is 11.02 pm.
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Erm, I couldn't read this. I was in bed and asleep, usually by 10.23pm! lol. Good write Aa. Well, I must have read it somehow!
Thank you for your time.
"Trying to live for tomorrow,
Without today;
'cause nothing seems to matter,
When you're walking away.
Years and years go by,
With nothing left to show.
Just a wrinkle here and a white hair there,
Only memories in tow...
Each night he goes back, to the place she was before...
But she's not there anymore...
The memories remain...
Each night she goes back, to the place he was before,
But he's not there anymore...
He's not there anymore."
Aa, you captured the story of time very well, but your sadness peeks out from behind the lines too. For somebody half asleep, you do write well!
Thank you...I write most of my poetry at night in bed. Each night I go to bed and then my mind writes poetry for me...
"My belief is in pieces,
My sheets have grown cold
And I wish you could feel this,
But you'll never know.
'Cause you're perfectly perfect
And you're never, alone...
'Cause we're two different people...
And we aren't the same at all,
You're strong, I like to fall,
For you...
And we aren't the same, you see.
I could tell you weren't in love with me...
My belief is in pieces,
And my sheets have grown cold
And you're the furthest from anything ,
That I'll ever, call home.
'Cause we're two different people..."
Good night, good dream. You did such good job within half hour. Super good.
Honestly, thank you.
It took 39 minutes to write it on my phone and a few seconds to add the (Lost counting sheep) line. It's the only major change I needed to make the next day. (I add comma's and things when I type it onto my computer) I also changed the 'Time goes by' line. I think it was ' time runs past, then it was time runs by, but that is the same word 'run' as the line before, so it became 'time goes by.'
"The lights go out and I can't be saved,
Tides that I tried to swim against...
Come out of things unsaid,
Shoot an apple off my head...
A tiger's waiting to be tamed... (A new poem is waiting to be written.)
Confusion never stops,
Closing walls and ticking clocks."
I think you got it right this time. ; )
Thanx.
"So I've been hoping for months,
Hoping for years,
Hoping I might forget.
Oh, but it don't get much dumber,
It don't get much dumber,
Than trying to forget,
A girl when you love her!
And I, (yeah),
Still need you;
But what good's that gonna do?
Needing is one thing
And getting...
Oh, getting's another."
I never tried forgetting her. But then, I never wanted to forget her either. ; )
I like it, especially the way you close it down. Good writing.
Thanx.
"It's, oh so quiet...
It's, oh , so still...
You're all alone...
And so peaceful until...
You fall in love!"
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