Tick, tock. The sound of a clock. What is time anyway? The date of your birthday. Your first day at school. Recess, to play like a fool. But that's it? Time to learn. Time to play. Times for fun. And times for pain. Appointments. Deadlines. All of that. Just to loose your head. ------------------------------------------ Time. It's an endless circle. Happiness, pain. How do you stay sane? Some do. Some don't. No one knows how. But time goes on.
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Hey there! It's ZeldaIsShiek here to review another quintessential piece of literature that made my day and win this Review Day by helping the Red Pandas stay in first place and reaching my goal of 80 reviews. I might even get to 100, if I work hard enough. Anyway, that's enough idle chatter from me. Let's get into the review.
I. Love. This. Before I read this poem of yours, I felt like I was the only one in the world who could relate to this feeling. Everyone else felt like their lives had meaning and that everything they did was truly important, while I felt that time was an endless circle of repetition and unoriginal plot twists. It felt like a book I had already read or an anime cliche that was too overused to be funny at this point. I really love how you portrayed this point and showed the reader how you feel, so that I don't have to feel alone anymore in my nihilism. Thank you. That alone is worth a follow.
I really liked how you worded this poem. I really like the lines "Some do.
Some don't." because it reminds me that time really does feel like a prison when you have nothing to do. This is what boredom is. If you imagine the universe as a graph and time as the fourth dimension, staying in one place in the third dimension for too long is boredom, while staying in one place in the fourth dimension is... well... revolving around a black hole.
I hope you are having a great Review Day so far. Have a lot of fun and continue to write amazing poems that inspire me to write okay-ish reviews.
~ZeidaIsShiek, OUT!
Heya! Izzy here for a review!
I liked this poem because it was very simple, yet thought provoking.
It's like, when you feel like you are running late then realize you are twenty minuets early to something, and you feel like all of this time, and waiting and rushing is for nothing, but without it we would be nothing....
Wow okay I got deep.
I really liked this poem and the F O N T is so cool too!
Keep writing!
Izzy
This poem is very straightforward. Still, it's thought-provoking! Something I like is the parts about how different times can drive one insane. I feel that people know what time is, but it can't be put into words. I'm not entirely sure. Anyway, I'm not sure if you meant for a few words to rhyme, but I think so. The rhyme scheme is all over the place, but sometimes that adds a nice feel to it.