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A Poem About Fog Doesn't Deserve A Title

You know when you wake up
and go outside,
and can't see three feet in front of your face?
Your entire field of vision
is clouded over
by a dense,
intense,
fog.

  (How do people in London see anything?)

The sky has fallen
down to earth.
The sun is gone.
Gravity has finally done us all in.

As a child, you dream about flying.
When you're in a plane,
you want to walk outside
and bounce around
because the clouds look like
the world's comfiest mattress.
  (that one in that store window
    that I just want to collapse on
    because walking makes me go "owie")

Well, you're walking through clouds;
on top of clouds;
underneath clouds;
zig-zag through clouds;
sideways,
backways,
whicheverways through clouds.
You're taking the "great glass elevator"
up and out
  (hey, that's a new one)
through oblivion.

There's only one problem here:
You're not flying,
and you're not comfortable
and free.
You're trapped in the world
of someone else's dark, twisted mind,
wandering around
for a way out.

  (Blinding sunlight never seemed so appealing)

It's like your world was erased.
God and his mighty eraser.
  (But it's an old one.
    Too much pencil
    has left a disgusting smudge on the paper)
He's that great big cartoonist in the sky.

He thought it would be funny
if you didn't see that car.

Author notes

Inspiration: My utter hatred for fog.

A sudden spurt of retardedness (no offense) has led me to write this bit of ridiculous nonsense about why I absolute hate the fog. Seriously, I like to be able to see. I can barely see as it is, and I would like to know when a car is about to come out of the fog and hit me.

I felt like being stupid okay? Am I knot allowed?
(^_^)
Comments and ratings are appreciated I suppose. Maybe if you really want to.

Sincerely Yours, and Forever More,
ModernXTimes

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  • FelineMuse
    September 10, 2007
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    "Gravity has finally done us all in"

    That bastard! I knew it was up to something.


    • ModernXTimes
      September 10, 2007
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      Nobody believes me when I say so either. They're all like "gravity's good. we don't fly away"


      • FelineMuse
        September 10, 2007
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        They don't want to fly? No one watches Peter Pan anymore... flying =happiness. ^_^


  • brightXdarkness
    September 10, 2007

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    LMAO

    ok, well this sucks. I messed up this comment. Well let me say one thing first. You are so weird "owie?" Who says that in a poem.... ever? haha and the last 2 lines... omg, those were hilarious! haha, now it seems I can't stop laughing. I loved parts if your poem like when it seemed to go into a picture and what not. Ummm... some of the things you said about actually being in the fog made sense and made me think (which right now actually takes a lot of time) Anyway, you think this is enough to get 8 points? I would hope so.

    blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

    Alex


    hehe

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