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Fatal Slip - A Steam Punk PoemFatal Slip
A Steam Punk Poem
The timbers blazed,
the ship's been razed.
The captain made one fatal slip.
The alarms made no sound
as we neared the ground.
And Fear held us in his grip.
They closed our eye
so they could hide.
And the console didn't blip.
The sky ran red
and we knew we were dead.
As the pirates boarded the ship.
Page 248Miss Mallory was in the library as usual
The ghostly silence of the library was musical
Again and again she searched for a new book
A black tattered novel was what Mallory took
"I don't recall reading this one" she said
There was no title, but a red symbol instead
As she opened it, dust exploded in her face
And the black book landed on a random page
Page 248 was blank, not a single word to be seen
"What's this? How odd. Whatever does it mean?"
She placed her palm onto page 248, very curious
In Mallory went as the book snapped shut, victorious
Falling, falling, and falling, into some unknown void
Her mind was losing it, her precious memories, destroyed
Swiftly and silently, poor Mallory disappeared in a wink
And onto page 248 was her life, written out with black ink
The black book flew back to its dusty home, the top shelf
Where one day, a curious soul would grab to read for oneself
An advice for the readers: "Beware of page 248! You ought to!"
"Don't be hungry for a book, for this book
PortalThe birds are about
The clouds are out
So let's go and find
Some sort of mind
That does not care
But to where we want to go
And golden sunshine
Paint the way for us
Let's see where it takes us
To a faerie field
Full of daytime wheels
We can spin to wherever
Acrid blossom bells
Wave goodbye our cells
So let's not disappoint
And in their bright wave join
As our minds overflow with chance
Our feet are lively
Our smiles are wide
Do not hesitate
But to smell and taste
Like children's memories
Cruel mares can slumber
With all the other
But far aflutter
That picks at our aspirations
Storm fronts behind
Their intent unkind
So let's keep running
And never stop shunning
The past for all its pain
Our purpose so delayed
Become battle calls
To challenge in our midst
The devil's wrist
Nipping at our heels
To try and peel
The veil from our pictured
Suddenly SPIDER!Big hairy scary spider just ran at my naked feet.
I screamed and lifted my toes and now it's under my seat!
And now I'm scared to move
And now I'm scared to stay
Where did that hairy scary
Emerge from anyway?
Memory LossMemories... my soulful melody
Intertwined within a grand symphony
Though the experiences remained ever-lasting
I neglected to reflect upon their meaning
As I continued on, living in irony.
Nonchalantly, I continue the journey
Unaware of the terrifying reality
Truth begets hate, then understanding
Abolished of my stupidity
I will come to terms with my destiny
Clinging not to fear of dying
Yet regretting what I am becoming
Something fading into obscurity...
The Nonlinear Steps of GriefHer legs kicked up on the arm of the couch
Swaying feet in neon socks dance to a tune
That no one else hears
As I watch over my book across the room
Pretending to read this dusty old tome
For a history class chronicling the fall of Rome
While she reads a novel by David Mitchell
And dreams of a world far from home.
The sunlight in her hair, the moonlight on her toes
As she gently sighs and snuggles up close
She’s a tactile creature – speaking by touch
When the use of words is too much.
I hate this timeline – I really do –
This timeline where the sunlight’s crooked slant
Only serves to remind me of all that I can’t
Hope to achieve here – the choices few
Leave me here all askew.
And all the while I still search for you
This timeline won’t do – it’s just not for me
There has to be one where we can still be
And not just be but thrive happily
The tree of time with branches all scrambled
With this one twiste
Mister FoxA gentleman, Reynard, they say,
Is quiet where he walks,
His silent smile will change your day,
That’s why he’s “Mister Fox.”
And should you listen for his pace,
His quiet, sooty socks,
Are soundless, still, or in his race,
The feet of Mister Fox.
Coming to the wedding door,
With timid glee, he knocks.
Who hasn’t invited him before,
That charming Mister Fox?
A cunning lad, always so mellow,
I know to knave who mocks,
The kind and somewhat silly fellow
They know as Mister Fox
Some afternoons with tea and bread,
He sits down at the docks.
Admirable, his coat of red,
And red is Mister Fox.
He has no need for petty things,
Like gold or diamonds or stocks.
More precious are the songs he sings,
The sociable Mister Fox.
After your feet slips off the stirrup,
And you fall on the rocks,
What friend comes by to help you up?
Who else but Mister Fox?
Sometimes his wolfish claws aren’t neat,
Or his grin has teeth of crocs;
But no-one’s words are soft and sw
A Message to HeavenDear Great Grandpa, I wonder how you are
How is heaven, do you remember me?
No matter how many stamps, you are too far
But at least my letter is for God to see
Its been years since you went away
But maybe you will read this somehow
Because it is too late for what I want to say
But back then I knew less than I do now
Dear Great Grandpa, I have to ask you
Because you never seemed to talk much
And I guess I was the same too
I want to know about your life and such
They say in November your first breath was took
How was it growing up in the changing past?
For that world is just black text in my school textbook
And I only know of the eight years that were your last
Is forever lost wealth depressing as the name?
Was it like an apocalypse when the whole world fought?
What joy you had when the chains wore out their fame?
Did the future fantasies come faster than thought?
How did it feel to live in new land?
Or when the colors splashed on the screen?
Were the sparkles and fashion beyond understa
A Dream Half-RememberedI keep having this dream of late where I move
Down the aisle of a crowded passenger plane
To either side of me sits a long lost love
Platonic, fraternal, familial, erotic
All of them in rows and looking at me
As the weary voice of the distant captain from above
Speaks these words: “The mountains and sea
Are coming to us – we remain still while the world
Rushes to meet our motionless frame.
It is not we that move, but the world around us.”
The words of the captain echo in the faces
Of silent, staring children who embrace me
Children who are but memories now
Lost as they were to the world of the aged
But here remain perfect in youth and grace.
Then the plain is gone, and I’m swinging on a star
Hung as it is beneath the belly of a cloud
And I can see – though from this height not far –
As the world rushes up to meet me there
There up above – there up in the air.
The dream never ends – it just kinda stops
As I fall like a sinking stone past m
*YourYou said you owned me
Your feelings were hurt
You sobbed in pain while
I lay in the dirt
I have broken your heart
And you just want me back
You say you’ll forgive me
But I’m not in the black
You have come to see what I am living for
You say you’re concerned, but really, I’m fine
I am out of the past, the days of yore
I have found myself, and I’ve drawn a line
My life had a purpose;
To worship and serve you
I always thought that’s what
Normal people would do
You made me so blind
I never could fight
You were surprised when
Braille showed me the light
You have come to tell me that this will mean war
You say you’re concerned that I’m out of line
I’m out of the Dark Ages, the days of Your
I have found myself in this world of Mine
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