Just Jot it January : Tic Toc.

Tick Toc

Stop the clock

I don’t  want any more

Of  this hateful war

Please stop

This painful clock

I have taken all I can

To break us all apart  is  that  your plan

I want my family

All my family.

Stop Stop Stop

The  clock

Tic Toc


This post is part of Just Jot It January hosted by Linda G Hill.

Thanks for tuning in and if you want to join, feel free to click on the link and start jotting!


20 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. georgiakevin
    Jan 17, 2015 @ 23:31:05

    What a heart wrenching well written poem!


  2. Paul
    Jan 18, 2015 @ 00:08:16

    Well written Willow.


  3. Cyan Ryan
    Jan 18, 2015 @ 01:06:40

    Hauntingly beautiful poem and song. Reminded me of my New Year’s Day poem from 2014:

    “25-Set Haiku – A man’s spirit will endure sickness, but a crushed spirit who can bear?”
    by Ry Hakari

    Real for a moment
    and then gone in an instant ―
    Elusive night wish

    My miracle lie
    My wife and child illusions ―
    Only real in dreams

    If my withdrawal
    left me with the white lady,
    I’d have died happy

    If my lungs collapsed
    the last thing I’d seen would have
    been my pride and joy

    My own baby boy
    close to God, me and his mom…
    All I want is gone..

    I’m disadvantaged
    Twenty-seven, suffering —
    Living’s sad, alone

    I’m going nowhere
    but my imagination
    carries me away

    To a better place
    where I’m given half a chance
    at a true romance

    Imagining glances
    actually catch sight of faults,
    and rest long — smiling

    I tend to flee, seen
    because talking reveals me

    Tonight I will try,
    if seen, to not disappear,
    no disappointing

    Don’t know what to say —
    There’s so little in my life
    worth talking about

    I live in my head
    I go nowhere, do nothing —
    All I do is write

    About wanting life
    to take me out of my mind
    into another’s

    A life that’s not mine,
    from a dream, during a time
    I wish I’d have died

    I’ve tried suicide
    multiple times, and survived,
    much to my regret

    Praying God’s kingdom
    will be one I am welcome
    and really belong

    I hate pretending,
    putting a false face forward
    for appearances

    My best face is fake
    Sooner or later it’s seen
    I’m marred by my scars

    Half-hid face, a la
    Phantom of the Opera,
    underneath my hair

    Though my face is fair,
    fiery trials have disfigured
    who I am inside

    Much of what I say
    is my fighting the facade
    and to pass the time

    As they say time heals
    all wounds — which isn’t the truth,
    when opened often

    Sticks and stones break bones,
    that heal crooked, left alone —
    and words break spirit

    This Kalmari King’s
    heart bleeds ink kaleidoscopes
    for his family…


  4. markbialczak
    Jan 18, 2015 @ 01:36:57

    Oh, Willow, my friend Willow, this internal battle is still waging? I am so sorry. 😦


  5. dreamsinalaska
    Jan 18, 2015 @ 05:07:46

    Beautiful words…


  6. TanGental
    Jan 18, 2015 @ 08:41:13

    A telling bite at emotions, like you’re ripping at infected flesh to have it gone. Powerful


  7. shanjeniah
    Jan 18, 2015 @ 22:29:13

    What a lovely, potent bit of poetry!

    I hadn’t heard this song or the artist before, and I really enjoyed it. So glad you shared!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Follow me on Twitter

Follow Us

Follow Us

Follow Us

Follow Us

Second Wind Leisure Perspectives

Fun, Fitness & Photography


A mixed bag

Pacific Paratrooper

This WordPress.com site is Pacific War era information

A Teacher's Reflections

Thirty Years of Wonder

Butterfly Sand

Curiosity run amok . . .

Laura McHarrie @ The Hidden Edge

Another Way of Looking at Your Business

Shan Jeniah's Lovely Chaos

Finding Yessings and Blessings in Lifes Messings!

Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words

Poetry, Flash Fiction, Stories, Musings, Photos

But I Smile Anyway...

Musings and memories, words and wisdom... of a working family woman

Ella Craig

Write here, write now.

Gary A Wilson Stories

A Dime of Time: Mostly 10 Minute Stories, Fiction and Memoirs

Therapy Bits

Living life with dissociative identity disorder and complex ptsd


...what Lady A Lewis thinks about it...

No Facilities

Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams


An onion has many layers. So have I!


The independent she who loves life

365 And Counting

there's plenty more where the first year came from

Ruth Blogs Here

Or not, depending on my mood

Expert In Managing Data Using Excel, Word, PDF

I am with 12 years of experience and ready to achieve any type of works such as, converting any form from JPG, PDF, ...etc into Excel,Word, PowerPoint and other editable forms, In addition to having a deep experience in inserting and managing data

The Art of M.

Life & The Artistic Creations of M. Snyder

France & Vincent

Writing Magic, Myth and Mystery

Sun in Gemini

SteveTanham - writing, mysticism, photography, poetry, friends



Hot Dogs and Marmalade

Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).

Two on a Rant

Rants, humor, sarcasm, and a haiku-like substance? It's hard to know what's going to come out of our minds next.


An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart

Trent's World (the Blog)

Random Ramblings and Reviews from Trent P. McDonald

Shelley Wilson Author

Multi-Genre Author of YA Fantasy and Non-Fiction Self-Help

Marsha Ingrao - Always Write

Having fun blogging with friends


Learner at Love

Chel Owens

A Wife, My Verse, and Every Little Thing

Mr. Ohh!'s Sideways View

For those of you who aren't me...and I've noticed a surprisingly large number of people who aren't.

The Small Dog

Life from the Tail End


DOG TAILS by ZoZo and Jools


poetry and short stories

%d bloggers like this: