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

 

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20 Comments (+add yours?)

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

    What a heart wrenching well written poem!

    Reply

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

    Well written Willow.

    Reply

  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
    insubstantially

    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…

    Reply

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

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

    Reply

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

    Beautiful words…

    Reply

  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

    Reply

  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!

    Reply

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