Time and Memories

My grandfather is a man who is grateful for what he has and takes good care of all the things that life has given to him. If you ask me what I remember the most from my grandparents’ house I would most likely say the old clock in their living room. It has been on the wall since I have memory and I like to think that it is still working because of the care that my grandfather gives to his belongings. The minute he notices something is not working he always tries to fix whatever it is and he cannot be bothered until he is finished, specially if we are talking about the living room clock. If you talk to him while he is fixing something you will be ignored and if you keep insisting you will get yelled no matter who you are, that is how much he cares about his stuff. Like any other grandparent, my grandfather always tells us stories about his life as a young man when we visit him, but you know that the story is going to be good when he goes to his room to look for a photo or an object from the time that the story took place, and it is even more interesting when he takes out a clock or a watch. If it is a clock, then the story is about his father who also collected clocks, and if it is a watch, then the story will be either about his friends or his brothers. I always liked the friends’ stories more because I could relate to them better and they would remind me about my friends from high school. When he finishes telling the story he gives me the watch that he took out and, even though I don’t wear them because they are very old fashioned, I always keep them in my room as a reminder to enjoy life and look at the bright side of things. It is interesting to think of clocks as time machines, for my grandfather they are a reminder of the good times that he had with his family and friends, even he remembers the bad times very clearly. He is a serious person but when he tells a story he smiles every time and I respect him so much because he made from his life something memorable and that is what true happiness is about. (405 words)

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Got Me On Her Clock

She got me on her clock


looking like im lost


work work work


she is the number one boss


think you can handle


I think not


she is wild and true


fire me


I bet she would too


running down the time


to set myself free


think you got everything


nah you ain't got me.


Finding her ways


to get my attention


come look at this


i'll get my detention


Got me on the clock


I think not


Click that button


I am free like rock


Nothing to do


free to look


got me sitting her dazed


thinking bout that kiss


that I shoulda took.


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Waiting the Train


The hours at the station do not pass.

The rust covers the clock.

The delay of the train freezes up in time.

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The Clock

Sitting back high to make time go by

Why can't I get it right one of these tries

And my dreams fading away when I close my eyes

Everything I've started has ended tragically

I'm always destroying all the good that I see

For some reason I'm out chasing some action

Ducking and dodging all of my life's passion

My clocks ticking, I feel it on the inside

While I'm twisting all the morals that I live by

All because I'm runnin from this pain

Storms clouds following me, I live in the rain 

Been ten years since I've seen the sunshine days

I know I gotta man up, take this fight on now

Sweating through the night, I don't know how

I can make it another second, soul screaming out loud

Keep on pushing towards making yourself proud

Time's up, nowhere left to run to

Takes a lot of climbing to get back to the old you

Tired of spending days waiting on my miracle

Feeling spiritual making my life lyrical

If you relate to what I'm saying then stand up

Quit hoping for a chance CREATE YOUR OWN LUCK.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my first post on here, don't know if I'd classify this as a poem or a partial song. Let me know what you think!! Thanks


The death of life
The end of reason
A senseless termination
“THE END” in capital letters
Stopping the clock
Closing the eyes

But death is just the beginning

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"Eye Loves"

My Work

He never thought tho skilled in the art,
how anyone could understand.
And so he kept his wayward heart,
hidden in the palm of his hand.
Going back to a lonely bed,
not comforted by the clock.
The tormented life that he had led,
a mind that raced nonstop.

I have seen this; in my mind,
the tossing and turning each night.
Waiting for some open heart's sign,
with promise to feel the light.
So he trudged thru weary days,
struggling to breathe.
Not knowing peace, but confusing ways,
deciding not to believe.

She always dreamed; tho not out loud,
of that special kiss.
Every time she sang for crowds,
something was amiss.
The social life that she had known,
was coming to an end.
And every night she slept alone,
needing more than a friend.

I have watched this, I have prayed,
trying to help her believe.
As she struggled to just stay brave,
wearing her heart on her sleeve.
So, she worked faithfully,
to keep the wolf from the door.
Not having much security,
but she knew there had to be more.

One day she met this stranger,
his merriment sprinkled with glee.
But in his pretty eyes she saw danger,
and whispered,"what's happening to me?"
From here on out she couldn't turn aside,
not that she even wanted to,
her feelings could not be denied,
she had to think this through.

Meanwhile, his heart was enraptured;
though he never said a word.
Her cute little smile, his lost soul captured,
others thought this absurd.
She brought him chips, a coke, and seemed
to just always be there.
They felt like they had met in a dream,
they had so much to share.

So by and by through much duress,
their secret could keep, no longer.
Late one night, they had to confess,
together they were stronger.
And now their days are blue skies;
for sweet love they have found,
and she is lost inside blue eyes,
and forever he, in brown.

"Happy Anniversary"
to 2 people who HAVE FOUND the magic..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A gift for my daughter, and her awesome boyfriend, on their 5 month going together anniversary. A bit of whimsy...

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*Tick Tock writer Block*

Tick tock you'll hear the clock,
Oh no it's thats writers block when you write some words then you stop,

you start to fluster then you realize and let it drop,
Tick tock writers block
unexpected what a shock!

The world seems silent as you fall deep into thought and you try to remember the things you were taught,

Surley theres something I could write especially with that fancy new pen that you bought,

Tick tock writers block,
When will it stop?

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connection with my friends

our life is a connection

connection between so many peoples

with friends, with strangers

it is a life

that is my life is connect with you guys

like a clock

even at that time when clock stop working

when it's become motionless

give us that it is not leaving it's connection

not ready to live life like that

ready to move like that as long

 it's friends there with him

cross all grief

cross all loneliness

and once again it starts moving

movement of second,hour,minute hand

together with eachother

like that i'm connected with you guys

so there's no chance of separation

Author's Notes/Comments: 

connection with you guys like a clock. for all my friends

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