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"Tick-Tock"

Tick-tock
The clock struck five
Another minute passed
Time controls our lives

Can I turn back the dials?
No one has to know
I'm just so very tired
Watching the time go
The clock doesn't care
An objects mocks our hearts
Numbers arranged in a circle
Could be wrong from the start

Tick-tock
Hours passing by
There's nowhere you can hide
Before it's time to die

Can I wake up?
Maybe it's a dream
Can I turn the hourglass around
And then go back to sleep?
The sand drips like water
Flowing freely in a space
Reminding sons and daughters
One day they'll be erased

Tick-tock
This noise is in my head
Not much longer now
I don't want to leave my bed

I want to break this clock
But even if I did
Time will still continue
Time can not be hid
Time will beat us all
As it quietly counts down
If not in the moment
It will break us down somehow
The pounding of our hearts
As time marches on
Indeed we're here now
But one day we'll all be gone

No one means to fade
There's nothing left to do
The pendulum swings fast
Faster than you knew
Perhaps we're all the same
When we suffer and mourn
From the moment of our death
Until we are reborn
Time is a speed trap
Reminding us what's left
Reminding us of values
And who to not forget

Will you be there at our time
When our time arrives
Or will you pass me by
When time controls our lives?
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:iconbloodoftheheretic:
I really enjoyed this reading this poem for a few different reasons. The imagery of the clock counting down our lives as we slowly fade towards death is a depressing one but it does make the reader acknowledge the importance of each moment, every grain of sand in an hourglass can be a precious event in our lives and we never know when the last grain will fall. Each movement of the hand portrays a moment lost to us that we can not get back. Wonderful pacing and beat to the poem made it a joy to read and I definitely look forward to reading more of your poetry after this.
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This poem is beautiful. The overall image is stunning yet it holds a kind of mystery as to what the person is going to do after realizing they don't have much time. The image can be viewed as depressing in theory, since they are talking about dying, but it can also be seen as a good thing since this time limit can inspire the viewer to go and do something with the time they have left. Personally I think of this poem as a challenge to the viewer since I don't want to become part of the group of people who are "erased" as time goes by. I want to make some sort of impact on the world so, although this poem could be taken as depressing, I would categorize this as a type of inspiration piece. Overall I find this poem to be extremely well written with superior imagery and impact. Excellent work, truly excellent.
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~elikdawson Mar 13, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Is this about trying to get out of bed in the morning?
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=BleedTheDream180 Mar 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
it could be, but it's a little deeper than that
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Mood: Pity ~MixedScales Mar 11, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
funny how life is, we try so hard in beating the race with time. But time is so much faster than us, it overlaps us again and again. I'm not even being symbolic. It takes time to get information to get from your hand to your brain, even more time to process that, and some more time to react to it. We are truly "living in the past"

I myself hate life, well more specifically time that life seams to enjoy so much. It picks favorites, and crushes us. It offers us the world, giving us a chance, but it doesn't wait. And to be honest we're all already too late. So I welcome death. It's the only thing setting us free from this monotony
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~yoursingingsatellite Mar 9, 2013  New member Hobbyist Writer
Strong imagery and thematically beautiful. This has a lot of potential, I think, although it still feels a little rough. If I may give constructive criticism, maybe you could polish it up a little? There's a couple of grammar mistakes and an inconsistency with your tenses. Also to maybe you could eliminate some words to make it more poetic. For example, some "the"s and "there"s aren't super necessary. Otherwise, great job!
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:iconingodzhandz:
You can't be erased.
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Mood: Joy *Geobukseon Mar 7, 2013  Student Writer
Wonderful. I can just picture all of the contemplation as you force yourself to get to out of bed.
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:iconartistauncarton:
Awesome work! Nothing to tell it's almost perfect above all the contrast!

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:iconw0ut:
This guy is a spammer, please report him. Where is the contrast in this piece of art buddy? Did you even read it?
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:iconalexstinson:
I'm guilty of reading this in the style of Ke$ha's Tick-Tock
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:iconburningblair:
Oh wow. I just uploaded a new picture 2 days ago ... It's name is "fatigue".
It fits really good to your poem. Looks like many people are feeling kind of tired these days, huh?
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