The sunset is a stroke of lilac against the gray-blue sky
Everything I do gives me déjà vu
Time is running out and I don’t know why
Even while I complain about the lack of energy in my hometown,
Cars still speed by intersections
Neon lights flash, plastic bags tumble and tumble,
Our own version of desert tumbleweeds
Look at how they pick up cigarette stubs and flyers as it rolls down the street
Time is running out and I don’t know why
I’m walking too slow
What about by car?
The only thing I know how to do in front of the steering wheel is slow, ninety degree left turns
Steady, one hand over the other. Nice.
Time is running out and I don’t know why
It doesn’t leak slowly like sand in an hourglass
It starts slow and then gets faster and faster
What’s the word? Exponential
Now, the sand is being forced out of its tiny waist, spewing everywhere onto the table
Day and night and day and and day and night and day and night are all the same
Until I’m waking up at nine on a Saturday morning, maybe ten on a Sunday
Then repeat, repeat, repeat
I suppose school is part of it
The structure is nice until maybe the third week of school
But the numbers
They're the absolute worse
There are so many ways to use numbers, so many sets
Some start at 200 and go to 800, some from 1 to 5, some from 1 to 36
How many more sets will there be in twenty years?
The horrors are limitless
There’s a cute water tower in the distance and I long to climb it
I’m bad at guesstimating so I won’t bother with numbers
But it’s tall, sturdy
Guarding over its land while its ladder is spotless
No footprints, no markings
How would the cars appear from above?
Would they be as small as ants? Would they scuttle to and from their destinations?
The people certainly would.
Do the clouds appear to drift slower up there than they do down here?
With air so pristine, I doubt they’d be in much of a hurry
A leisurely stroll sounds nice
But wait, what if I fall while climbing the ladder?
I don’t see a tether
How hard would the impact be?
Acceleration is 32 m/s^2, but what’s the force?
Someone hand me a calculator
Nevermind I don’t need it
My stomach will be swirling faster than the kitchen blender
Somehow there are those who can stop time.
They do so much and we all only have 24 hours in a day
They’re the inventors, musicians, entrepreneurs, artists, leaders,
The messiahs of our century
I wish I knew how they did it
I’ll admit it: I envy them
Time is running out and I don’t know why
I know I’ll leave little behind if anything
I’ll never be like the saviors, they’re the four-leafed clovers in a field of dandelions
I’m a girl of contradictions;
Wanting to leave but reluctant to quit the game
Because it's all I've known
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Kitkat
Jul 11, 2018
I read the first stanza as a sort of rap, like
"to me,
timeisrunningout, and i dontknowwhy,
thesunsetisastrokeoflilac 'gainst the gray-blue sky,
& everything i do
gives me deja vu."
I realized it wasn't supposed to rhyme, but I love the repetition of the piece-- it gives a really strong rhythm backbone.
You also do a great job with imagery & exploring those kinda deep topics that can make poetry so satisfying to read.
My only complaint (other than the non-rappiness of the piece-- what a missed opportunity) is that it reads like a stream-of-consciousness. Those are fun to write, but I'm not really sure what the relevance of the speed of your walk or where you got your earbuds is-- it just doesn't really add anything to the piece for me, and it just kind of confuses/distracts from your point.
"I'm not really into quoting other people." -Kitkat