The Poetry Marathon

What picked us up when we fell down?

What controls the weather, what produces sound?

Technology

Where did it come from? Where will it go?

Is there any way for us to know?

Technology

Will it make us better, will it make us fools?

Will it let us produce even more than tools?

Technology

When will it reach its end?

When will time pass so that it can no longer extend?

Technology

What is our Overlord? Who is our master?

Who cracks the whip telling us ‘Faster, faster’?

Technology

What will remain when we ?

What will allow us to see the sky?

Who will answer our screams while the people die?

Technology

All hail the robots, bow down to the machines

Allow yourself to subcumb to the elecronic marines.

Technology

Our journey begins with a child in white.

His hair is dark, his eyes are bright,

A happy soul, a heart filled with light.

On the eve of his travel he fills up a pouch

Slings it over his shoulder, the weight makes him slouch

With him, an apple, some cheese, and a sword, as well as a coin purse, a blanket, and cord

He knows not where he’s going, just that it is now When

And it’s time to leave now, he says goodbye to the hen.

Over the hills, past the cossack’s row, out past the river where the cathewhumps grow

He sets out to slay a magnificent beast, knowing if he does he’ll recieve a magnificent feast.

At last in a cave, the boy tries to be brave for there a monster lies and there its child cries.

With a schnik and thwack! the deed is done, the beasts both dead, and the child has won?

Swiftly now, hurry

Though sleep makes our visions blurry

Before dream’s end,

Before the walls come down

Just around that bend,

Ignore that clown

We’re almost there

Over the chasm now

Child beware

These roses – Ow!

Will trap you here

Never to awaken

What’s wrong? Isn’t it clear?

I may be mistaken.

But don’t worry about me

Do what you can, keep going

Hurry child, now flee!

Watch out for what the Goblins are throwing

Get over the bridge now,

Before darkness-

Pretty sure a map would solve this,

The indescribable fear of being lost in you

Pretty sure the map would lead me

Out of your eyes and into the blue

Oh wait those are still your eyes.

Pretty sure I’m lost forever

Pretty sure I used to be clever

Or perhaps I’m just full of lies.

We spent hours together,

On planes and in cars

We spent hours just pondering

What would become of us, of ours

And we wasted time

We wasted time just trying to be cool

We ended up looking like one giant fool

The world didn’t bend the way we built it

Perhaps that says something

Our world didn’t end even though we killed it.

Perhaps that will cause a response to ring

But I kind of don’t care now

I’m still lost, I though I was out

Before I could figure out how

Before my celebratory shout,

I realized that I was still lost in you eye.

The white part now.

It’s easy, isn’t it?

Taking that bullet was easy for you?

Leaving me behind, out of the blue.

Even if it was to save my life,

To protect our children, you, my wife

Have left the world so much sooner than I

I don’t think that’s enough reason to die.

Was there even a concious thought behind the action?

Did you love me so little for such a reaction?

And sure, they’ll say you loved me dearly.

That you saved me, clearly.

But I’m still alone and he’s still got that gun.

I’ll probably be joining you soon, won’t that be fun?

Your sacrifice was wasted on giving me more life

Even though he already planned to kill you too, my wife.

On the day before today they asked me to reply tomorrow. They asked who I was was and whether I felt sorrow.

I answered very succintly, I’m 19, my skin is colored pinkly. There’s not much else to say as of yet, I’m just in this for the full burst and out of it I’d feel as though I was cursed. I live to write, I write so I might read, and I read to live my life fully.

I’m participating in the full marathon and I have very little to say about my self which is unable to be written. I look forward to this and hope my sunburn doesn’t kill me.