Time

Away

We have to talk.
I'm sorry.
We really need to take
Some time.
away.
How many times do I have
To say...?
Time away.

Just pack up your things and get
gone today.
Need I say... away...
Please,
stay away
just go
Please.

Do I need to repeat?
Just go away.
Letting you go was okay.
but
Need I say...
AWAY.
AWAY...
away...
Just go, today.

Time

By Evan Wing
Rice Memorial High School, Grade 9

On a bleak and windy moonlit night,
In mid-December, dark and cold,
I stumble into a snowy ruin,
The icy shadows making it seem not as old.

A rusty iron gate bars my path,
Piled high with winters’ chilly down,
I push it open with a creak,
Entering into a frozen town.

A cobbled street can scarcely be seen
Where the ice and snow has fallen but little.
Stone columns, cracked and caked with snow
Scatter the ground, hewn down the middle.

As I walk through this abandoned haven,
The bitter wind whipping about my face,
A moonlit sparkle catches my eye.
What’s this? A watch, with the chain still in place!

The silvery lid is encrusted with ice,
The metal cold in my tingling hands.
I put my ear close to the tiny machine
To try and hear the ticking of its silvery bands.

The snow spins about me like a million insects
As I pry the lid off the jeweled face,

Let's go back in time
Rewind
De-create
Grow together instead of apart.

Let's go back in time
Laugh instead of cry
Hold each other oh, so tight in the middle of the deepest darkest nights.

Let's go back in time
Forget who we have become
Erase the harmless words
That were not completely wrong,
It's just that they were not completely right.

Let's go back in time.
I promise I won't make the same mistakes again
I promise I'll write for you every day
I promise it all
Promise everything for you.
Would that be enough?
Would it be enough for you?

Let's go back in time.

For you
I would.
In any given heartbeat
I would.

tick,
there goes the sky.
Turned black by the thickining fog.

Tock,
The river's are polluted
and are swarming
with dead fish.
Floating on the surface,
like icing on a cake.

tick,
the world is getting hotter,
day by day.
Soon the icecaps will melt,
and leave nothing,
but pooling water.

tock,
there goes the stars.
they were dazzling in their beauty,
but now,
are nonexisistent,
and listless.

tick,
there goes the day

tock,
Here comes the night

tick,
there goes the light

tock,
here comes the dark,

tick, tock,
tick.
tock.
there goes the world...

Listening to: Reel Big Fish - Everything Sucks
(in my head..."doo-doo-do-do-do-d-doo-doo"...yeahhh...)

I was just thinking...
It is fairly well accepted that Scientologists are crazy right? They believe that little aliens are in our brains trying to make us do bad things...or some shit like that...
That sounds TOTALLY insane.
But...
The idea of "God" is not nearly as ridiculed. Sure, there are people that think it's ridiculous, but you can't just sit down at a table full of people you don't know and go
"So, how bout those Christians, eh? Thinkin' there's god. What nuts!"
But, you can do that with scientology...(I have.)

But...think about it.

Little invisible creatures in our heads telling us what to do = Scientology, right? (More or less...)

One huge badass intangible consciousness floating around telling people what to do = Christianity. (Again, more or less. Jesus wasn't THAT important anyway...)

Its 4:18, and I try to think about my life, as of now. Some people don't take the time to look back, and see what they have seen,did,and missed. Have you ever just stopped what you were doing, like stopping time and just thought about your life? Is today my last day? Is tomorrow? What will it be like? Thousands of questions pour into my head when I stop time. I want to take every second of every minute of every hour of my day, and take them to heart - possibly feeling like it could be my last. What if I said I hated someone, obviously not meaning it, but just mad at them during that time. And what if that night, at 11:32 you got a call- saying that person - that person who you said you hated.. was hurt, dying, or dead. What would YOU feel?

I.
What if time were liquid? Would it be a river, rushing downhill forever from an undefined mountaintop or mythical spring? We would be the debris, the browned evergreen needles and waterlogged twigs, tossed around in the fickle current. What are moments? Are they groups of water molecules that rush along with us? Or are they little marks on the bank that we watch fly by as we are helplessly pulled along by the current, no matter how hard we try to cling to them.

What if there was a rock poking out above the surface of time? Could it stand the relentless rush of time? Would the debris be caught on it, abandoned in a single moment as the other twigs and needles were swept around a bend in time and out of sight? What could that debris do until it was dislodged by the river? Would it think? Would it ever catch up?

The Pace of Time
By: Derrick Spalding

As time swiftly moves on,
We get caught in its,
Never stopping pace.
In order to keep up,
We are unable to
Stop and observe
The world around us
For we’d get trampled
By the juggernaut of time.
How can something
So illusionary be so powerful?
I don’t know,
We haven’t got the time
To stop and think about it.

Time is melting
Day is breaking
Time to wake up

Your hair never looks
The same as before
Always slightly untidy

We take so much time
To tie our shoes
And button our shirts
Go about our routine

Caught in the wheel
Of every day life
In no way realizing
That we have never lived

Who can truly say
That tying their shoes
Was the happiest and proudest moment

No one likes to wait.
It can be dull, and there’s usually
something else that we could be doing.
Yet life requires waiting.
Without it, life becomes the Autobahn,
a highway of zooming people
instead of cars.
On the busy highway,
there are no traffic lights,
no stop signs,
or intersections.
The feeling of time hurrying us would be like
the minimum speed limit

No one likes to wait.
It can be dull, and there’s usually
something else that we could be doing.
Yet life requires waiting.
Without it, life becomes the Autobahn,
a highway of zooming people
instead of cars.
On the busy highway,
there are no traffic lights,
no stop signs,
or intersections.
The feeling of time hurrying us would be like
the minimum speed limit

I stand In the warm beach sand,
I watch the tides ebb and flow.
I see all of the people here,
Making foot prints as the go.

I see each laughing child.
I smile at each passing friend.
I see each footprint made.
And I cry when it all must end.

I wish I could go with them.
Each and every one.
But instead I get to watch each passing foot print,
Each shadow of the sun.

I am the Watcher,
I have seen the sun,
Rise and fall each day.
The moon surface and set.
I sit and watch

Each life flits away.
To me they are like butterflies,
Each one different and yet the same.
I watch each life flit away.

Each life has its own color,
Each life takes its own path,
And then each life is taken.
Taken away so different,
and yet so the same.

I am the Watcher,
I have seen the sun,
Rise and fall each day.
The moon surface and set.
I sit and watch

Each life flits away.
To me they are like butterflies,
Each one different and yet the same.
I watch each life flit away.

Each life has its own color,
Each life takes its own path,
And then each life is taken.
Taken away so different,
and yet so the same.

The first time
I rode a bicycle,
I got a huge scar.
The first time
I made a friend,
I couldn't stop
chatting.
The first time
I got in trouble
with a teacher,
my face was
down, embarrassed.
The first time
I read a book,
I couldn't stop
reading that book
to my whole family.
The first time
I went to school,
I realized how
much fun it was!
The first time
I went sledding,

When the Wheel of Time turns,
It destroys tree, root, and fern.
As new and old come to pass,
Life becomes naught but ash.
And one day the world will end.
Fish, birds, deer, and men
Will vanish until life begins again.
Cloud, shadow, light, mist,
Tree, water, soil, and sky,
Runner, flier, swimmer, crawler,
None are safe from time.
All will fade.
Time destroys all, and

When the Wheel of Time turns,
It destroys tree, root, and fern.
As new and old come to pass,
Life becomes naught but ash.
And one day the world will end.
Fish, birds, deer, and men
Will vanish until life begins again.
Cloud, shadow, light, mist,
Tree, water, soil, and sky,
Runner, flier, swimmer, crawler,
None are safe from time.
All will fade.
Time destroys all, and

Time Heals
By Simon Verkaik

Time heals everything, or so they say,
One more chance, I beg and I pray,
Mistakes have been made, live and let live,
But nothing can heal until we all forgive.

It runs through my mind everyday,
And I sit with my head in my hands with nothing left to say,
I’d do all in my will to make it right,
But deep down I know I can’t erase that night.

Time Heals
By Simon Verkaik

Time heals everything, or so they say,
One more chance, I beg and I pray,
Mistakes have been made, live and let live,
But nothing can heal until we all forgive.

It runs through my mind everyday,
And I sit with my head in my hands with nothing left to say,
I’d do all in my will to make it right,
But deep down I know I can’t erase that night.

Are the words we
speak
really that confined
to hang in the
air

stuck inside the
phone lines
the electric
current
buzzing in my
ear

I wonder:

Why do you
think I'm lying
all the

time

“That is the last time I will ever let you stay at a friend’s house unsupervised.” Annette paces back and forth my living room, running her fingers through her golden blonde hair. “What were you thinking, Magdela?”
I roll my eyes and yawn. She doesn’t have any authority over me. She’s not my mother.

You run down the alley

The shadow slips around the corner, and you hide behind some trash cans

The shadow has disappeared

All that is left is you

The crisp air chills your bones

You hear the silence, as if it is a bell, ringing and ringing

You are all alone

Your past problems have disappeared

You walk out of the alley

Is time ever free?
Well it isn’t for me.
School,
Home,
Homework,
Robotics,
Homework,
Bed.
It’s all going up,
Over my head.
The writing,
The classes,
More insane stuff,
No time for distraction,
To let out a huff.
No time for fun,
No time for friends.
Oh please tell me,
When will this all end?
Will thing just start to pile
Higher and higher,
Or will it all fall,

The air was warm and dark,
heavy with late summer
and with the muffled sounds
of children's laughter.
The trees were thick around us,
blocking out the last rays of the sun,
letting darkness
come out of hiding.
Your hands cupped my face,
gently, but
with that raging, passionate force
that I seem to be addicted to.
I tried to hold on to time,
to freeze the moment,
but time just

Where I come from,
Or where the wind blows,
I drift on like the sands of time.

I leave my sign
On the mountain's root,
A symbol no mind may define.

For I am the Pillar
That glows in the Dark,
The strength of the world reside.

A whisper of breath,
The words of the wind,
That never, in heart, will confide.

The earth will undo,
And all shall be spent,