Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Tags
#ge
And for a split second I felt free. Perhaps freer than I have ever been. Relying on the shoulders of a stranger. It couldn't have come at a better time. The acquaintance of seeing yourself in someone else. Perhaps it's better that I choose to not know you or this moment we know as perfect would come to a screeching halt. Seeing you, seeing me for anyone you choose In the compassion of thought. There we stood within arms reach, yet we embraced the full distance of privacy. I mean after all would we truly come to understand each other if we tried. Who's to say that full disclosure would lead to total certainty or uncertainty. The question still provokes. As uncertain as it may be, electricity is still dangerous. Still it paves the way as a connection is sparked. In the likely hood of a grounded current. We'd be sure to cross again. As sure as plastic melts, as sure as glass is soon to shatter. Left ungrounded. We all have a beginning and end. In ultimate truth I agreed, in some form we continue to introduce ourselves to our former selfs. To an extent, I admire addicts. They aren't afraid to be who they really are. And like that. Two conductors were exposed to the repeated trace of static shock. Exhibited behind glass in the most beautiful of explosion
0
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
kewayne-wadley
GE
And for a split second I felt free. Perhaps freer than I have ever been. Relying on the shoulders of a stranger. It couldn't have come at a better time. The acquaintance of seeing yourself in someone else. Perhaps it's better that I choose to not know you or this moment we know as perfect would come to a screeching halt. Seeing you, seeing me for anyone you choose In the compassion of thought. There we stood within arms reach, yet we embraced the full distance of privacy. I mean after all would we truly come to understand each other if we tried. Who's to say that full disclosure would lead to total certainty or uncertainty. The question still provokes. As uncertain as it may be, electricity is still dangerous. Still it paves the way as a connection is sparked. In the likely hood of a grounded current. We'd be sure to cross again. As sure as plastic melts, as sure as glass is soon to shatter. Left ungrounded. We all have a beginning and end. In ultimate truth I agreed, in some form we continue to introduce ourselves to our former selfs. To an extent, I admire addicts. They aren't afraid to be who they really are. And like that. Two conductors were exposed to the repeated trace of static shock. Exhibited behind glass in the most beautiful of explosion
Continue reading...
26
Working parts and mechanisms, charts and graphs and mannerisms, a table, pencil, square and mitre... eraser marks, sweat drops, -go lighter! A thought or two and ponderance... Decimal here and decimal there, -micron adjustment now we're square... Up all night until daylight dawn and finally I've fixed the Krong! A thought or two and ponderance... To the factory arrive before eight and finished, furnished, a model late... A handheld one and something larger, humanity saved by my charger! A thought or two and ponderance... 10 years long after planet saved, They'll be parades and accolades... Statues, tributes, my name in text-books, but no one, never, a second look! Never to worry on life again... ..I did it, I reset the world; begin. And did it all with Earth's mighty spin.
0
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
david-john-mowers
K.R.O.N.G.
Working parts and mechanisms, charts and graphs and mannerisms, a table, pencil, square and mitre... eraser marks, sweat drops, -go lighter! A thought or two and ponderance... Decimal here and decimal there, -micron adjustment now we're square... Up all night until daylight dawn and finally I've fixed the Krong! A thought or two and ponderance... To the factory arrive before eight and finished, furnished, a model late... A handheld one and something larger, humanity saved by my charger! A thought or two and ponderance... 10 years long after planet saved, They'll be parades and accolades... Statues, tributes, my name in text-books, but no one, never, a second look! Never to worry on life again... ..I did it, I reset the world; begin. And did it all with Earth's mighty spin.
Continue reading...
23