SpaceLogo Sciences Participating with Arts & Culture in Education

By Jade Brisset June 3, 2019

A Dream I Had When I Was Wide Awake

Illustrated by Sebastian Reardon

Tick tock tick tock, is it a bomb or is it a clock?

Born a long-forgotten forget-me-not

With an electric fence for a heart and a barbed wire brain


Decapitating barbie dolls on the kitchen floor

Or another new toy that I simply can’t wait to destroy

Troubled child, evil child, go play in your room child


Growing up into disputed territory between me, myself and I

Marked with love bites and hate speech

Often spoken of but rarely spoken to

Some days away at the beach but most days at war


With an army led by a self-destructive commander in a silky night gown

Demanding you march into the ocean and never look back

No amount of swimming will keep you from feeling like you’re drowning

One day, you won’t wake yourself up to the ticking of the clock




You will come to the realization that people truly are open-books,

Only written in a dead language

Talking constantly without ever saying much at all

Still under the enforced, mundane delusion that pain is beautiful


Longing for stillness while aching for havoc

Reminiscent of being coaxed by impurities although never acknowledging it

I no longer think I owe this cultural wasteland a repressible form of beauty

Prepare for the silent revolution that is unapologetically losing yourself


Then again how petrifying words can be when nobody is saying anything at all

When you’re stranded in an empty room and yet people are finally talking to you

Yearning not to impulsively fill the silence with my fear of myself

Tick tock tick tock, always the bomb, never the clock

About the author

Jade Brisset is a 2nd Year Psychology Student.

About the illustrator

Sebastian Reardon is a first year Illustration student.

Share This


  • space-default-avatar

    Adeline A.

    January 25, 2020

    There are so many aspects of the poem that I love. For one, the juxtaposition of images in the third stanza are really beautiful in the way that they demonstrate internal conflict. I also admire the way that the line “Demanding you march into the ocean and never look back” paints a truly majestic picture in the readers’ minds, especially since the line before it mentions a “silky night-gown.” I really love the way that the poem ends with the same idea that it started with—the clock-bomb because it proves how thoughtful you were while writing it. It ties all the ideas mentioned in the poem quite elegantly.

You have to be registered and logged in in order to post comments!