The Box MAG

May 26, 2011
By Sleepyhead SILVER, San Carlos, California
Sleepyhead SILVER, San Carlos, California
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Colors stained on static
Are trapped inside a box.
They flood the room in panic.
Buttons work stronger than locks.
They feed upon the eager eyes
That gladly let them in.
But first they feed them eager lies
That saturate the skin.
Wires and sparks communicate
Through whispers on a line.
The static baits and tears away
Awareness from the mind.
Senses go on overload
As they enter a haze.
One no longer really knows
Two hours from two days.
Wake up, wake up! Stop listening
To visions hinged on glass.
Let organs stop their flickering
And see what's come to pass.
The static's gotten out again
And drowned part of the day.
It's best they don't come out again
For a while, anyway.

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monniefish said...
on Jul. 21 2011 at 7:52 pm
monniefish, Ennis, Texas
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Love this! Great job!

julian GOLD said...
on Jul. 18 2011 at 10:45 am
julian GOLD, Eugene, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
The goal is not about living forever, the goal is about creating something that can.

Wow! Good work! This poem flows really well, and the rhyme scheme adds to that beautifully. Wonderful work! 5-stars! Keep it up! I found your work on facebook, the TeenInk group. I posted a link to an opinon piece that I would like some feedback on. If you want, you should check it out! It's entitled "Today I Think I Will...Create A Universe." Thanks!


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