Sunday, September 22, 2013

Box, pt. 3 (An Origin Story)


I’m a little robot from
The City of Rules
I live on the outskirts,
Almost on the outside
There’s a big wall at my back,
And a little crack
Where no one can see it
It’s hidden away,
Just like me

If the Overlords
Knew
That I was broken,
They would
Take
Me away, and
Fix
Me.

So I hide,
And every so often,
I sneak out from the city
I’ve always known,
Into the Jungle of Thought
I sit among the trees
And practice
Freedom

One day, thinking,
I discovered that
Robots cannot have
Feelings.
Why, then, do I?
I thought,
“Feelings must be bad”
And I decided,
I must hide my feelings away

But Feelings have a way of
Creeping up on you
When you are distracted
How can I be among
Others
When they can see
Through me,
And my secret?
“If hiding does not work,”
I thought,
“I must break the
Feelings I hide”

Then I found a box.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Peace in Memories


Quiet, restless energy,
Coiled in a girl of sixteen.
Finding peace in anything but
A moment?
Impossible.

Lost her inner peace,
What kind of place would
Interest
Such a girl?
Her memories.

Finding peace only in
Moments more chaotic than
Her headspace
Quiet vacations?
As if.

Thinking back on
Howling storms,
The girl is transported
Can anything be more perfect?
Not a chance.

Swirling winds and even
A touch of danger
Wind so strong it hurts,
Is this what flying tastes like?
She won’t ever know.

Beautiful, bizarre nature,
She’s never felt so calm.
The whole world is empty, but
Why is she so lonely?
A drifter at heart.