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)
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.
The hours at the station do not pass.
The rust covers the clock.
The delay of the train freezes up in time.
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.
The death of life
The end of reason
A senseless termination
“THE END” in capital letters
Stopping the clock
Closing the eyes
Goodbye
But death is just the beginning
Begin
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..
I LOVE YOU BOTH FOREVER...
Mom<3
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?
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