#3 in my Phobia Series.
A very short piece on 'chronophobia', inspired by recent events such as the Sudanese massacre with a message at the end. (#BlueForSudan.) Thank you for reading. <3 // is this attraction or rather infatuation? //
Are things better up in the clouds? That's a fantasy land I would always imagine as a kid and tried to bring alive through doodling. Song/poem I wrote in middle school Remembering their years together
Tick tock tick tock
You ran out of time *giggles*
your time is up
Hope you were smart!
*haiku i guess XD* Time. The ultimate destroyer. I’m not broken. I’m just wounded. Just a poem I wrote a while back, talking about, well, whatever you think it talks about. *Mini story* The protector of the Time Clock Moving past the diurnals
Snoring loud and clear
The clock hits 5:00, therefore it's dawn
Now the Nocturnals Drowsed away trying to keep it PG because my phone broke, so I'm left to post from my school laptop :( The intensity of a memory depends on the intensity of emotion felt during the experience...
There's a Spoken Word version of this poem on my YouTube Channel: https://youtu.be/wr2t8bW3_OQ