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You are not late -
you are just caught up
in a different time zone.
tickety, tickety,
tock, tock, tock
Tickety, tickety,
Tock, tock, tock
What is wrong is not your internal clock
- it is not broken -
but the time around you.
Tickety, Tickety,
Tock, Tock, Tock
Tickety, Tickety,
Tock, Tock, Tock
You are so used to living in that time
that you stopped believing in your own internal clock.
Stop for a second to listen between the lines.
Tickety, Tickety,
tick - tock
Tock, Tock, Tock,
tick - tock
What you need to change is not yourself
- you are not broken -
but your perception.
Ticket, tickety
Tick - tock
Tock, tock, tock
Tick - tock
tickety, tickety
Tick - tock
tock, tock, tock
Tick - tock
Tick - Tock
Tick - Tock
Reset your clock
- it is not broken -
to your own time.
Tick - Tock
Tick - Tock
This is your time,
this is exactly the right time
to be you.
you are just caught up
in a different time zone.
tickety, tickety,
tock, tock, tock
Tickety, tickety,
Tock, tock, tock
What is wrong is not your internal clock
- it is not broken -
but the time around you.
Tickety, Tickety,
Tock, Tock, Tock
Tickety, Tickety,
Tock, Tock, Tock
You are so used to living in that time
that you stopped believing in your own internal clock.
Stop for a second to listen between the lines.
Tickety, Tickety,
tick - tock
Tock, Tock, Tock,
tick - tock
What you need to change is not yourself
- you are not broken -
but your perception.
Ticket, tickety
Tick - tock
Tock, tock, tock
Tick - tock
tickety, tickety
Tick - tock
tock, tock, tock
Tick - tock
Tick - Tock
Tick - Tock
Reset your clock
- it is not broken -
to your own time.
Tick - Tock
Tick - Tock
This is your time,
this is exactly the right time
to be you.
Literature
Youth
A thousand burning candles
lighting up a temple.
With the quenching of the last flickering flame
the aegis falls,
and the sacred building crumbles.
Literature
Blood Mother
I love you in your inexistence
rabbit’s ear
baby’s breath
you are dust
but you are
mine.
Misadventures and
dew drop mornings
small curls
large eyes
my bones cannot knit your future.
Sunsets and moonbeams
sleep burdens our eyes
your soft lips sigh
there is a better world for you
than this.
-D.E.M
Literature
mother
mother with whistle, button and mace
drops her weapons to the hospital floor
and screams.
father rejoices - a princess! i'll teach her
everything.
mother still screams.
father, laughing - i pity the boy who asks for her hand.
mother holds baby and shrieks.
father's skin crawls - why aren't you happy?
mother screams. mother howls. mother, inconsolable
(everyone dies but girls are always
born dead)
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This is poem was inspired by *A-Lovely-Anxiety's poem three-hundred-sixty-six.
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I like how the tick - tock reminds me of a calm heartbeat, while the tickety sounds like an annoying clock.
It's nice how reading your poem calms me down. Gives me confidence to slow down and do things on my own pace. Just something I really need at the moment, so... thanks!
It's nice how reading your poem calms me down. Gives me confidence to slow down and do things on my own pace. Just something I really need at the moment, so... thanks!