What Time Is It?

Tick, tick, tock. I sit listening to my watch. Time's passing away, never to be recovered. I'm talking about good times, bad times, fun times, rough times, and all the times in between that I'm trying to share with you.

Do you remember the time? The time you said that you feel good when you're around me? I felt the same and ask for more of your time. I'm talking about that quality time, that us time, that time only happens once in a blue moon time, but when it does…it's time well spent.

Now time out! I ask for time, but it's always a bad time. You claim to have no free time. I understand you got class time, work time, nap time, bed time, and dinner time, but shit, you even got party and play time, but that damn watch of yours never manages to get to my time.

Now me, I put in overtime at the clock factory just to make time for you. But it's like I'm a full time man stuck in a part time job, trying to come up on more time. I'm suffocating at the bottom of the hourglass trying to plug the hole with one hand and reach out to you with the other.

So I ask "is this a waste of time?" You act like time stands still and reply, "Naw, I got ya next time." We both agree that we don't have enough time, so while I attempt to cherish the time we have, you play hard to get like time is all we have.

They say time is money, then that means money is time and if I had a reason I could turn paper and plastic into precious time. Time would grow wings and fly. But not away, it'd fly us to where we wanted to be, where we needed to be. I'd make our days and nights last longer, and the sunrise last till the end of time. But why put forth the effort, why spend my time? I just need you to meet me half way, but you act like it's not worth your time. So why dedicate my time if it's not an effective use of time?

Like the band at half time, life's moving double time. Time is running out, and though time is short I believe there's no time like the present. So I sit alone on the sands of time waiting for you to show up and ask, "What time is it?"

Time

Time can be good, the best, bad, or the worst. It can be fun, great, rough, personal, or quality. It can be free, but they say time is money. So I don't waste my time. I need extra time but there just ain't enough of the right time. I mean they got full time, part time, half time, double time, and even in between time. They got time that flies, time that runs, and even a lil box of time that stands still, but that's only for the dreamers. I went to the game section and they had time in, time out, and even overtime. I tried out the time travel but that was the last time I try to go back in time. That shit was the same as the first time. And then just in the nick of time I found the factory where they make time. I spoke with Father Time and asked about the stuff u always be telling me about. He told me that time doesn't come in excuses. I'm starting to think you just made that shit up.

I Understand

...why you ignore my messages when I express to you how I really feel deep down on the inside, where I keep all the things that I tell only the chosen few. Why you just don't respond the times I need you to respond the most. It's like those pure, raw emotions catch you off guard and you just don't know what to do. Your first instinct is to sigh, shake your head, and do nothing. So another comes with more emotion, more feeling, more of everything that I wish you had for me.

Now I understand, because I do it too, and have done it before, but will try not to again. And didn't realize how it feels to be on this side and see what it does on the other.

I do it, except not to you. To another that wants me the way I want you and I laugh at the irony. It's ironic that you could have me, I could have her but we both seek that that's unobtainable. I realize that as close as we are, as much as we share, no matter how many of my hearts lyrics I put in word that it's easier for you to ignore them than to sing in love's harmony.

Easier to ignore than to respond and when confronted you say "I just don't know what to say." I say tell the truth and let my heart ache for a day than strain for the unreachable for a lifetime.

So maybe I'll look behind me and give her that energy that you reject. I'll concentrate on her the way I did you, then maybe my eyes will have strength enough to see in her more than just a friend. Maybe you'll look back too, but it doesn't even matter because at least now I understand. 

Word's Worth

I am very direct.

Tell you what I think I want, need,

For me, from you, for us.

No lies, deception or hidden motives.

I ask for what I want,

And tell you exactly what I am gonna do.

You take my words and read between the lines

To find words and undertones that aren't there.

You act like I said or did things

That are only in existence in your predictions

Based on your last man’s actions

Erase your preconceived notions and

LISTEN

I say “I want you”

I do.

I say “I need a friend”

It’s you.

I say “I need you”

It’s true.

Caught in the Zone

Deep dark black hole of nothingness

Taking, never giving.

Sucking up everything in its path.

Takes hopes and dreams from men and women

And replaces them with the fact that you’re just not good enough.

Closer than most,

But not close enough.

On the team

But never getting any playing time.

Knows all the secrets,

But steals any that you may have had together.

Stills the tongue silences the heart, and blinds the eyes.

Punishment that seems a lifetime.

Escape attempts only dig you deeper.

Few get out,

Only because empty time dissolved the bars,

Or they both thought they were frozen in the others eye

But never truly were.

Timing: too soon, too late

Is my common crime

But your simple existence can get you life without parole

A one person judge and jury seals your fate

And soon to be banished to

The Friend Zone

Talk

They talked.

Said we were a couple,

Because I was glad to see you,

Because we were seen smiling together in public,

Because you came to visit and they were alone.

Jealously, they talked.

Said we danced like the sex they never had,

Because you came to see me and passed them by,

Because we had more fun on the dance floor.

Then you talked about what they said,

And I listened.

Made it sound like a bad thing.

Like you were ashamed of what they said.

Like it hurt you because they assumed

Like I was blocking their advances

Like I wasn’t good enough for you

So, you stopped, we stopped,

But they didn’t.

They talked

Told me you were crazy,

Then I remember your drunken plea

And the times you snapped over nothing.

Told me you were a liar

Then I investigated the truths turned raw from lines before

Told me you were the Mississippi Hoe

Crept in the night

Lied and deceived men while taking your fill

I didn’t listen

Soon,

I saw,

You denied.

Next time you talk,

I’ll not listen

Because according to you

We never talked

Do U See Me?

I see you.

I secretly long to smell you, touch you, hold you, taste you.

I want to kiss and comfort you,

To be all the things that Adam is to Eve.

Yet,

You are my forbidden fruit.

Sitting there so red, so juicy, so ripe,

But able to cause such pain and torment.

Yet, your mere presence changes my mood,

Lightens my load and warms my heart.

We talk and time stops.

Standing face to face,

Staring into your eyes,

Taking peaks at your lips

As they give birth to each verbal thought.

As I feed off you energy and mix mine with yours

I wonder: “What is meant to be?”

Is it destined for our souls to dance,

Dance to the cadence of our hearts till the setting of the sun.

I wonder if you have ever,

Or will ever think of me that way.

Or is it a one sided affair.

Now seems like all that matters,

But as college years swiftly pass

And I climb that next step on my stairway to heaven.

I fear to strain the delicate balance of warm emotions

Molded conversation by conversation into our friendship.

And realize that I have the rest of time to speak my heart.

Today,

I’d rather stay in the garden

Than risk the wrath of the forbidden fruit,

So at least for now I’ll keep it a secret and wonder

“Do you see me?”