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The constant ticking,
Seems to feed off the same pace as my heart.
Nevermore as my heart stops, time will go on.
Walk the halls, ending in doom.

Reciprocations,
Consequences, ultimate.
I've done my time here,
Now it's time to pay my last due.

Still ticking away my time,
In seconds and minutes.
It keeps going,
No chance at pause.

But will time seem slower?
Will it cease when I do?
Will it keep on speeding,
Or slow down in my absence?

That ticking,
What have I done to hear it?
Will my hourglass turn back over,
Or will it stay on that table?

The time has come,
I can't hear the ticking.
The walk seems longer now,
My life has become this hallway.

Time has slowed to a stop,
The ticking is no more.
But in my omittance,
Father time shall return again.
ashw Jun 2019
the omittance of a standard
the justification of an action
the realness of pain

and still I laugh
Marilyn Sistinas Dec 2016
finally i feel what i've been in search of for years, serenity.
now, i don't feel so off balance, you grace me with stability.
finding a comfort in the chaos upon laying eyes on you.
grateful for your serendipitous appearance in a world that's given me nothing but omittance.
the light that i've been emitting has finally found purpose in your existence.
Stíofáinín Aug 2018
Aversions ablaze like a thousand stars
I bare all the marks
The signs
The scars
Accepting the struggle and battling  on
No rest for the wicked, I'll never belong
And who are you to tell me your lies
You've never seen my face
The unfading hurt in my eyes
In vulnerability there is omittance
And I forget you're all the same
A reputation of innocence was once my middle name
How can one snare rapture all my strenght
I've done enough
I relent
try hard
abstinent nomadic comatose clemency perennial tenacious
deprecation consent omittance incommodious antiphon
i'm not here in these words
ardent inherent undertone inexplicable rapture composition
ineptitude unabating ergo virgo let fish drown
swim out the blue existential perennial exposè
nothing i write means anything
elysium and gehenna and heaven dance! ballroom waltz with paradise!
doesn't matter does it?
kiln endow decree serene neopolitic  hover over the waters
death, many deaths i'll sing
exquisite and swashbuckling
awash in blue flame
i wonder what all this means as i look up
at this oceanic mountainous plateau of streamlet words i've written and drowned under
like a little void to draw me in
or a misty hollow deep to float over
within and without creation, salvation, salivation, liberation,
sanitation
words mean nothing. wine and dead roses. all my sunflowers died.
hypnosis electric blue ice cold bitter lemonade
picturesque animals in rolling funk and havanna trees
maybe i should be more optimistic
it's not like i'll die like this
paralysed contortion grime delicacy fragile breast camera
oh how the breeze fragile
Fragile, it goes like this, it's okay i suppose:
I am a wine glass in your palm
I know you'll let me shatter
Breaking into a million glass fractures
Doesn't seem to matter

"Oh darling" I hear you call out
Over the inexplicable black void
Over which I delicately balance
Despite my attempts to avoid

In my heart I know the choice I've made
And I know that choice is you
All the realisation in the world
Wouldn't make me say we're through

White sheets, blissfully innocent
Stained with your sickly pale glow
I've got to have you, I know I shouldn't
What happens next, you already know.

— The End —