I gaze into this silly electric box
waiting for the show to start
not aware of the engine zooming up behind me
shocking me as it carries me away...
RIght into the screen it carries me
as I hold on tight, fearing injury
but all that happens, to my surprise
is the opening into a galactic world
I find myself floating in space, surrounded by glimmering stars
and also an armada of space ships, quite a sight,
that spans for miles into all directions of the galaxy
waiting for something shocking to happen
Without warning, the front line explodes
into a ball of crimson fire and ash
as the enemy attacks without warning
with glee and ferocious tenacity
I can only watch agape as star ships explode left and right
never meant to fly again, to touch the endless sky
If only I could aid these noble defenders,
prevent total annihalation of all they hold dear!
Before I can even move, I am yanked away once more
back through the screen, through the dimentional portal
to sit on the floor in shock, gazing at the t.v.
wondering to myself, how will this episode end?
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Poetry of Dreams
PoetryA dream is a powerful and spiritual thing to experience, and a poem is a creative way to express your emotions. What would happen if these two concepts were combined?
