It's Lovely, I Say

Like a river it flows
With a single coy, all alone
Although at times
It acts as wild vines overgrown

It's been with you forever
But it's only been a few years with me
Your parents may dislike it
But your friends disagree

Somesay it's average
Somesay it's odd
But I am not some
And I say it's lovely


(this poem is not finished)

My Life, A Clock

Like a universal clock
cogs always moving
my life,
always a constant, always a cycle

always checked to make sure everyone's happy
at arms reach for everyone's convenience
with hands telling where to go
determining how long people have left

I am different to everyone
from small and metal
to tall and wooden,
even plastic and easily replaced

Always moving until
one day my own time runs out
not moving, displeasing everyone
until I am wound up by the ones I love.