Category: Time

Posted in Doctor Who, Time

As long as I’m not deleted.

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Sometimes I think you came from old Mondas

Your exteriors so fine, black and sleek.

I find you blunt, painful, frustrating, and crass

Yet you’re with me every day of the week.

Time is an illusion, when you’re around

Everything seems to happen instantly.

Nothing is ever lost, your portal makes it found

Whatever you do, you do it brilliantly.

Our world is full of regeneration

Yet every character remains on stage

It’s not math, just a time stream equation

That our lives our branded on history’s page.

So when you go to upgrade and refresh

Just remember your software knows you best!

 

Authors Notes:

*Mondas is a fictional planet. The home of the Cybermen – fictional characters in the Doctor Who series. Whovians I am sure (and really hope) will understand the reference.

Posted in Life, Loss, Time

Forgotten

Posted on by Charlie Alford

 

One grey day on the Metro line

I looked upon an old past time.

Sitting in the middle of yesterday

a carousel that cannot play.

Bracing itself through the pouring rain

the tired horses show their pain.

Eroded down to their very core

their porcelain skins are no more.

Coarse are their once pristine petals

destined for a sea of metal.

Posted in Life, Love, Time

Life

Posted on by Charlie Alford

From the very start
Built upon the concrete floor
Tomorrow’s yesterday stands.
Twisting into the future.
Yet, firm on history’s page
sit the legends of a house.
A new house amongst the stars.

We came to the end
of our story. Something untold
in the fairy tales we had been taught.
There was no happy ever after.
The world was offering things
you could not, would not give me.
I made a choice.
I won’t go back.

Posted in England, Family, Life, Loss, Love, Time

Dear Grandfather

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Grandfather,

The reason I write to you these chosen words
Is that you left too soon, that’s what I heard.

You said for my birthday we’d take to the sky.
But you got on a bus instead, and died.

You promised to take me to far away lands,
I drew us a map, got paint on my hands.

I recall long walks across the village green.
You told me stories and taught me to dream.

The old man that boarded route forty-seven
Did he know he’d be diverted straight up to heaven?

Was grandmother waiting for you, just like you said?
Mum said she was, but I am easily led.

London has changed, its not the same without you,
The world is a scary place now, please come home soon.

Love, Charlie.