Twenty-nine miles for a smile
that I don’t even know
if it’s gonna even be there.
Couple minutes, time me
it’s all I need to mold an emotion
into a visible object to sigh on.
Technology can’t convey
what it is that is spinning around
this resin filled head of mine.
And it all can change
at the sound
at the creation
of a wave that sends
it’s vibrations in every and all directions.
Call it freedom.
Call it a concept
of no materialistic value
or gauge to standardize its meaning.
No one medium or all, melded together
can convey the idea the electricity
in my body put together.
They best way I could do it
would be to box you up my brain
heart lungs butterflies and flesh
for your entertainment.
A contest entry
- Emotions - author's choice by fatality-rhymed77.
600 points, ended June 1, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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This poem was interesting to me. Some parts come across as being a little self-absorbed but maybe I'm reading it wrong. You did a nice job.
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