none of this stuff is titled, but who cares. plus, ym english teacher told us poetry should never be worried about with capital letters etc, just to let the ideas flow. so here it is. i wont be offended if you dont read it all but at least read one and tell me what u think!


those old hands never grow tired
never seem to care
about the time they're ticking away
and that face never smiles
never laughs
but it's not down
no, it sure isn't down
when tomorrow's just a memory
and next week becomes the week before last
those old hands will go right on
caressing the hours
the minutes
the seconds
and that face won't show a hint of worry
as we continue to wage wars
as peace dissolves
and the world falls to pieces
those old, reliable hands
and that cold, emotionless face
they tell us the time
and time tells us it doesn't care




there's a socket in the wall
and the serprents, they lay siege
first to strike
first to draw blood
plugged in, turned on
never a refrain from the neverending drain
we've all sockets in our minds
and the serpents, they lay siege
teeth sinking in
venom coursing swiftly
tuned in, amped up
we upload, download, input and take out
always putting strains on our overloaded brains
there's a socket in the wall
and it's time to pay it mind
we've all sockets in our minds
and it's time we built a wall




i hear the faint pitter patter
the giggles as they scatter
memories of a childhood long since past
a time when innocence
meant not having to make sense
lullabies gently silencing cries
laugher lasting forever after
life was fun, not dysfunctional
fear was a monster under the bed
not murder, not war, not tolls of the dead
i hear toys being tossed about
the joy and the glee of a playful shout
memories of a childhood long since past
we've all grow up far too fast
now innocence is a foreign planet
and we haven't wished up a star
since we were kids

 

 

 

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