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#cogs
Sometimes the clockwork extracts and is presented in my observation, viewing the limited and time decay-edness of our mortality and I feel the sentimentality as the cogs move each other along. In concentrated songscapes, through the ventilated air tubes of my mechanism. Emotional condensation more of a metaphor, though agonizing and overwhelming, I am endeared to the notion of being a part of this essential Nonsense. Perceiving the ridiculous of the persevering of ‘unnatural’ forms, then recognizing them in my own patterns..              I am the sharp angled sphere     That which is the object of my revolution       My enemy is the objection from within      Spin this wheel of contradiction   The sphere revealed in acceptance     The sphere revealed is acceptance     Release the shield, unveil protection     Caught aflame, refuse the smolder    Eternal bolder built illumines   Sunrise appraised by novel mind   Repeal time with absorption Now is the holy potion
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:19 PM UTC
Compassion
the sound of faulty cogs scraping against each other as if something got jammed or broken would i have to throw it away all together? i can't be bothered to fix it. i don't know how. electric wires become entwined between these rustic cogs ripping apart, causing an ignition of a spark. a spark of... fear. i could attempt to repair the wires, but it's too late. it's already touching the water. the water of my tears. mass chaos reigns, and i, stupid me, stand there in the middle. closing my eyes, covering my ears, breathing from my mouth. thinking of better times. as these cogs begin to break as these electric wires begin to make sparks into fires i hear a sound reverberate from afar. "you are chaotic. you destroyed yourself." the screeching noises of the cogs become unbearable the electric wires have tangled around my neck my tears streaming down my cheeks trigger a spark a spark of... guilt. i go limp, as i begin to catch on fire. no screaming, i deserve this pain. "you deserve all the worst things life will bring unto you." and i open my eyes, and see my reflection in the mirror.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
Reverberate
He is a tinkerer. Through his eyes he sees only cogs and turning gears, His fingers, they feel only bolts and nuts and screws, He's doesn't understand her, he doesn't get her tears, To him her sentiments, they are nothing if not new, So he tries to fix her. He pieces the broken shells of her heart together, Together the shells weigh a pound, but individually they float like a feather, He glues and welds her heart together with his mixtures of metals, But he doesn't understand that these shells are like rose bud petals, Delicately they flow, and the slightest touch makes them break, But in time, they bloom prettier than a sunset on a shimmering lake, No, he doesn't understand. So he welds and forges the pieces together, He is a tinkerer.
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
Tinkerer
She has a bruise on her left knee reminiscent of science-book nebulas, and the veins reaching into her palm look like the ivy vines wrapped around the old oak at the end of my grandmother’s driveway. But as she presses contacts into each eye, her pupils dilate and contract like a camera lens shifting to accommodate for motion blurry as her unaided vision, and her wrists crack as if made of ill-fitted cogs chipping away-- both a tempest-tide and midnight snowfall, yet the sum of neither.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
The Gemini
If fools could speak of geometry, you would be the right angle, while me, obtuse, I find light in the darkest places, where the glint of the moon turns back time, I look back, And find you cloaked in fog, traipsing towards me, with no rhyme, strafing while they bleed, we are cogs in the handset, we are all lost teeth, broken and shattered, fallen to those underneath.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
geometry
Click, clock, wiz,twirl The cogs begin to hustle As they spin and swirl filling the daily bustle Moving the packages from here to there Repeating  the daily hurry Fixing them up everywhere To erase the masters worry The cogs repeating and teaching Taking them from the clutter With the powerful arms, reaching Stopping with a stutter They stuff them, paint them, move them Teach them, fight them, carve them They fill them, clutter them, rush them Shove them, push them, test them As they move the silly gifts along Making them perfect for the future It make takes years, maybe not too long To form the perfect structure And when the packages are all done They will be shipped off to the store We're they will be free to run And the factory won't be needed more
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
Life's Factory
It's time to enter a sleepless mind The cogs and wheels spin and grind I hear the whistles and the chimes My head racing faster than a v8 Thoughts are larger than a U.S state For my sleep I am ever so late Clocks in my head, tick tocking Side to side my head rocking Chains pulling of the ship docking Inside a war is going Bullets and missiles a throwing Explosions is all, lost for all knowing Eternity lost in void of thought Reminiscing on all I was taught Consistent darkness you haunt A sleepless mind is what I see It is all I know how to be So if don't you mind, come join me
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Sleepless Mind