boxes, crates, a boy, and life

Thursday, August 12, 2004

this is the poem that i talked about a few bloggin' nights ago. enjoy it as much as my filone prof did. personally, i think it's crap. but it sure gave me an ego boost. oh well, enjoy kids!

a boy and a box
by eLivator (im starting to like that nick)

a boy one day came across a box
fumbled around and played with the box
the happy boy toyed with the empty box
no sign of worry or guilt, he dropped the box
then something rolled from out of the box
tumbled and rolled away from the box
such an oddity! a wonderful box!
surprising yet still nothing more than a box
in awe and amusement the boy kicked the box
but again there tumbled a box from the box!
the boy looked with wonder at the tumbling box
still amused and engrossed with the stupid box
again the boy played with the beaten box
no fear nor hesitation, no care for the box
but something tickled the boy's fancy for the box
curiosity dared him to look in the box
he angled himself and peered in the box
what ghastly magic exists in the box?
what evil lurks inside such a simple looking box?
then the boy froze when he peered in the box
unmoving and dead, stiff as a box
do you want to know what he saw in the box?
a boy frozen stiff, dead inside the box

post your comments please. id like to hear your ideas about this poem. thanks. huh?!


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and then there was me.
an ambitious kid wandering alone in this train wreck called life.
fascinated by inanimate things and dastardly gaps in time.
wondering why the possibility of finding happiness
seems as slim a chance as finding penguins in the dessert.
he laughs.
laughs in mockery. laughs in fear. laughs in anger.
but his favorite laughter is that which hides the gloom
which has evolved from being an acquaintance to an intimate friend.
such is the demise of an observer trapped inside a toppled box.
ensconced inside a niche of shadows,
he laughs aloud just to drown the deafening silence

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