The Matrix

September 28, 2011

The Matrix moves.
The Matrix feels.
The Matrix is-
The warm flesh moving
Against my heels. The smooth
Stiff leather beneath me.
But. Between my fingers-
It bits. Ferociously. The sting-
Burns into my skin.
Metal clinks against metal-
My only control. Over the Matrix. Yet-
I’m just a passenger aboard.
The Matrix moves. Long. Powerful. Steps.
The Matrix feels like Goliath.
Attached to nothing, I’m falling- free.
My only lifeline- snapping leather
And cold twisted steel.
The Matrix surges. I am tumbling-
Down the rabbit hole. Yet wonderland
Is not there to cushion my fall.
I am lost- lost in the matrix.
I am born and bred
To tame him. My soul-
It sings as I fall farther into the rabbit hole
Thru wonderland, deep into the heart of the Matrix.
We are one-
Me and my matrix,
my noble stead.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem about a year ago. I revised it considerably, and its one of favourites of this collection. The Matrix, in my poem, is my pony. I threw in references to the Matrix the movie. Basically, the entire poem is a metaphor comparing my pony to the Matrix and to Neo taking the blue pill and Alice falling down the rabbit hole.

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on Oct. 23 2011 at 7:14 pm
StrangeJade PLATINUM, Relative Obscurity, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it." - Life of Pi

That's really cool, actually! :) I haven't seen the Matrix (the movie), but I still like this a lot. Also, being a fellow Slytherin, I salute your screenname. *salutes*

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