My imagination
Is a strange, weird place
And my logical side
Tried to find it
In a mad goose chase.
A giggle erupts
Inside me
At something
Someone said
But so does a volcano,
Telling the child
The World's in control
And it's time to change,
It's time to grow old.
But the little girl
Laughs like the
Dog at the cow
At the moon.
She's still defiant
Her imagination's intact
And she does not want
To become a mindless robot;
There are her friends
Turing bionic.
They're replacing their hearts
With cold metal cogs
And their eyes-overfocusing
And their minds-overthinking
And their hands-overdoing
And soon-they're regretting.
The little girl stares at them,
Changing from hills to mountains
Crazy, insane things...
They look awesome,
Amazing,
HUGE.
Something inside of her
Wants to become them.
Pressure.
It's worse than the
Ocean floor;
Where you must be metal to survive.
The little girl is scared
As ahe protects her gold...
At least,
She tries.
She closes her eyes
But she still sees the figures
She covers her ears
But still the sounds leak beneath her
Her mind thinks dirty things
She cannot hide her heart
Away from the things she does not want to feel.
Her gold begins to change
She hides it in her hands
But when she opens them again...
It is seafoam.
And when she opens her eyes,
She can't focus on detail.
Like the colors of the sunrise,
And the beauty of a flower.
And when she touches her face
She hears a CLANG!
The sound of metal against metal.
She searches for her heartbeat,
But all she can hear is the
Tick Tick of a clock
Coming from within;
Reminding her that
Every second is wasted,
Catching seafoam
In the tide;
Wishing for her gold
To come back.
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The Best of Me
PoesíaThese are some poems that I have written/am writing. Please give me feedback (because I oh so love feedback) and feel free to message me whenever! I'm here if you need me!
