The Inevitable End

The clock starts.

Seconds, minutes, hours,

all lost to the inevitable end.

But who cares?

It's not like we could stop them.

The clock continues to tick.

 Uncontainable by man,

for time had no one to yield to.

Unavoidable with the exception of death.

But we all had that option right?

Sure the inescapable rationalists say otherwise.

But those were all just ineluctable facts.

The clock smashes against the wall,

only pausing for a moment.

Future Regrets

We have to break out of this town

and when we do I promise you'll never feel safe again.

Some people have such a false view of reality. No one wants to fear their own existence, so we cover our fears with soft lulls of remorse toward the future.

Tied Up

I shouldn't have let them tie me up,

for now i feel my freedom won't be worth much.

It would have been easier to stay free from the start, to venture out and find new beginnings.

The Infamous Question

Her motives may be questionable,

but can you blame her for living her life?

Walking threw the city, there was a old woman feeding birds. One of the birds lured in closer, were promptly  stuffed into a plastic bag and pushed down a backpack. To question what she was doing with the birds is curiosity, but to judge could be considered immoral?

Absolutely Nothing by Osoanon Nimuss

Normally I try to stick to a regular setup for my posts, but yesterday I read (and reread several times) a poem called "Absolutely Nothing". It has been making me compare my life to this child's. What does it make you think about?

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it 'Chops' because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it. Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it 'Autumn' because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it. Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it 'Innocence: A Question' because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at 3am he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly. That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it 'Absolutely Nothing' Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen.

State of Mind

Neither of them knew what it would come to,

but in the end, happiness was just their misconception.

Most people want to believe in something bigger then themselves. When it comes down to it, they love the idea of loving.

Drifter

He stopped us, wanting only pocket change.
Of course we paid him.
How much more harm could he have done to himself?

We are the choices we make.

Heads or Tails?

I never want to make
anymore decisions.

Letting a coin decide our fate is venturesome. Every choice we make sculpts us. What decisions have you made that changed who you are or what you are?

Repercussions

I just sat and watched
as you slowly destroyed your life.

People don't understand that their addictions have repercussions on their loved ones. When they're gone, who will teach the younger generations right from wrong?

Enemies

They sought to find friends out of foes;
and turn enemies into loved ones.

Too many people go through life while holding grudges from their past. Life is far too short to take revenge on everyone who deserves it.

Lost Time

He broke his clock, never to be late again.

Time always goes so fast there isn't really a reason to document it. Whether you were late or on time to some meeting 15 years ago, how is that effecting you today? Has your life changed from missing school in 3rd grade or forgetting to pick up your daughter at softball practice?