"apearance" poems
People can control a lot. Your emotions, your apearance to them and the way you seem. They have full control but don't know how to man the system. The whole emotional pad is set up with color coded buttons for the controler to figure out. There's no way all the systems are the same, they have new colors. You can stick with one pad but sometimes other controls intrest you. And maybe your hand is too small for a lever on a pad, that means there is flaw that doesn't compare to you. There's no need to abandan that system. You learn to gear away from that part or find a way to use it. Sometimes when gears are rusty there is a way you can clean them out and fix them, this is called improving a person. This might be mixed with the way you might see a gear a different way, in that case, if they ask you politely with their Politomiter, accept that they just want to be themselves. And that is a fulltime atomatic H.U.man.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
What do you see?
What do you think of me?
Honors student, violinist
Maybe a future scientist
You'd never guess
When we'd first meet
That the girl I am
Is more than the one you greet
Get to know me
And you might see
The true person beneath
The apearance bequeathed
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC