Poems of the Atmos

Time. 23-24 March, 2018.

Before we begin,
This Author has a confession to make.
Anyone who glimpses to the side
Will know that I'm underqualified.
"Time was not by my side," would be an satirical thing to say-
And a childish one too, I'm afraid.

This Author started on this piece a tad bit too late.
In fact, I've embarrassed myself greatly from my first line-
The title- and date.

{(=O.O=)}

After writing 'till I was satisfied it was past 10 in the night
And the 1k of words did not suffice.
Would they fit in all my white lines?

I fear they are too few.
This rant of verse has helped reach 300 words already-
Oh! Look at that. It's 310 now.

The topic of "Time" should not be this hard.
Why are the simplest things so bloody @#$/^&*( complicated?!
Fellow Artists, does the Universe find it funny to be so symmetrically sophisticated?
That the easier things would be phantasmal and difficult things proliferated?

I feel abused.
Terribly so.
The sound of my falling IQ
Really wounds me so.

Do not ask of my age-
I already mourn that I've lost my craze-
Let us just knock our ringing heads together and hopefully compose
Enough pages to please the Readers.

Readers....
Ha- Ha.
Mes monsieurs and madames of this wonderful project,
Could you veer your gaze from this incompetent poet
And blame that rascal child called [Time] instead?
I'm sure your distinguished selves have meet them before-

Those days it failed to let you sleep in-
Or when it did and let you spin.
Then there are the times of greatest pleasure-
Whether with your lover or singular self-
And yet the hours become minutes.
And let's not forget when Time drags their feet
Because your sorrow, humiliation, pain, or haste retreat-
just at that moment-
Means nothing to him.

Child...what logic is this?
Child...what a heart is this?
I thought we were Heaven's favored children? This is...?

Don't you know that nice little faces are loved the best?
Time, you bratty thing, don't you know that you're our little angel?

Look at how charming you can be!
Skinny or fat.
Round or square.
Yet people recognize you everywhere!
Your tongue may change with your dress for the setting,
But your little hands and focal nose is begging for tapping-
Well, only every now and then!

So, Time-
You sweet, sweet thing-
You cannot go around doing such sadistic things-

Ah.

I nearly forgot.
This splurge is diverting from my poetry plot.

Hm-hm.

Time is inconsolable
Inconceivable
Uncontrollable,
and,
Unforgivable.
That is why my entry is late.
And why my word count is only shy past 600.

Assessors, I will end my note to you
Here.
Casual readers...
Yours starts here.

Dear Readers can see?
Time truly is a wretched-

{*cough*}

-complicated thing.
It isn't a surprise I can barely reach 1,000 joined letters;
Whether in scorn or praise,
To this...thing.

843 words....
10:52pm.
Note to Self: "Write entries ahead of time."

{....}

[X] Note to Self: "Write entries ahead of time." [X]

"Write entries in good time."

Who's ever heard of someone being faster than time?
Psh!

{Please- please- don't mention the Flash, Iron Man, Superman, or Batman below}

Yo. Hey there. How you doing since you began reading my piece?
Has your Time been passing well?
I must ask since It varies from heaven to hell.
You might [Like] this one
And find a critic in the comments by a neighbor of your own opinion.
So it's worth it to know which reality of space-time you existed in.

Oh my God!

{There is a God!}
\(T-T)/

962 WORDS
11PM

Grace is a real thing, my Literary Brethren.
Time can show it considering how old it is.
Take no offense, Oh Great Universe.
Having such a ripe age gives us room for reflection.
How else could obsessions like History, Archeology, Religion, and Politics
Come into play?
Time is a mother of Knowledge.

Ai-ya....
Is this...perhaps...a Mature Poem now?
I have made Time both a child and a parent at the same time.

{...}'
(<_<")

I have rambled enough.
Let's go straight to the good stuff!!

[The actual entry]

Time is not real.
More than a human creation
It is a dream.
To divide and name the world in numbers,
The feat is commendable indeed.

So many have lost the feeling of awe towards the world
As its now [Guaranteed!]

{This is what I realized when I tried to work on my graduation paper. Time is so lacking}
I■I (-_-*)

Time is not real.
It can't be touched, pictured, or controlled-
Though we like to think otherwise,
Tricking ourselves with early rising and scheduled hours.

It's amazing how people lose themselves in Time's tides
To realize, often too late, that they've been swept along.

{This is what I acknowledged years ago and, since then, birthdays no longer held the same significance and excitement it once did in my childhood. My concept of faith deepened as well. Things come...and things go.}
(TT_TT)>~~ 《 to my childhood

Time is not real.

It is cyclic

But predestined.
Subjective

And objective.

Simple while complex;
Complex through its forms' diversity.

Time is self-contradicting.
Natural law deems such as non-existing.

So
Time is not real.

It only exists in your mind
Because you needed something to use
To control your life.

Outside?
You ask?
It is simply a lie.

A/N: This is for WP_Poetry's "March is Timely" Contest.
The funniest bit is that 1k was the maximum...not the minimum.
#makesuretoreadcontestrulesmultipletimes
Lol. This was a fun battle though. No regrets.

{This should explain numerical inconsistencies.}