Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Gobstopper

I type 'Life'.

My greatest invention yet. They are born and

they die according to this curve I drew up using my favorite software.

They'll see soft lights. They'll fight. They'll go.

Where?

I'm working on it

Still.

 

I type 'War'.

The adventures of Hiroshima and Nagasaki,

A bunch of sideshows

And there's a massive one scheduled at 8.54.

Stay to watch?

 

I type 'Love'. They like this a lot.

They react well to it.

Strange how they rise to their feet at the slightest presence of

Love.

 

I copy and paste

'Love love love love love love love love'

 

Then I crunch on a moon. Cold, sweet, juiceless.

Hmmmmm.

I type -

'Gobstopper'.

Request permission to use this poem
Written by
maxine-chen
Singaporean
Published
Aug 21, 2011
Lines·Words
22·114
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell maxine-chen how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write