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Just some of my fun stuff

MY POETRY

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Drive

Rolling across the prairie
In a covered wagon
With a CD player
This girl is going somewhere, anywhere
Needing to feel that there's something there
Arm out the window she rides
Singing her songs to the world
Careless and free she is taunting, flaunting
Wanting to prove nothing's daunting
But here's where her downfall is heavy and swift
Unsatisfied with the road she needs something more broad
She spies the clouds and gives a nod
With her eyes flashing she speeds
A wink, a blink and they sweep past
She dares them to face her, chase her
So they reach out to embrace her
Faster and faster she's half in the air
She's trying, flying
Her face bears the tears she's now crying
But no clouds today, not any day
Resigned to the road once again
Maybe tomorrow she'll run a better race
Not everyone's meant for the wind

Mono-fied me----->

Untitled

Human minds are obsolete
Creativity is in the past
Gone: our minds, sold to the machine
But we forgot to ask the cost

It took a brain to create that phone, beeper, cash register, alarm system, NUCLEAR BOMB, spacecraft, coffee pot, television, xerox machine, but now can't you see-

That calculator can take my place
And Internet and cable
No longer need you to exist
How can we be certain
That when we sit and chat
The person we speak to is really there...
It's not the machine talking back?





Stay Put!

Sometimes
We change ourselves to fit
Molding like putty to squeeze into a niche
A clique that becomes more of a loud roar
Bubblegum stuck to the shoes of what we want to be
Sociopaths like everyone else
Uniquely conformed
Coming to the false conclusion that
Personalities are easily transformed and traded
Get one free! inside each happy life
Oops, You've collected one too many
Give it back
If we're not ourselves...who are we?

Hey You!
we all get free pretzels on the airplane of life
take it slow and just chill out
so what if you're not in first class?
So what if you're not the pilot?
So what if the life you were stuck with
doesn't have warm towels and complimentory
breath mints?
So what if you're crammed into a tiny seat
and you're about to puke on the big guy
sitting next to you drinking a diet coke
because you're in the back of the plane
right next to the toilets?

...could be worse, you could be the tires
and always get smashed into the asphalt face
first.

:)

Emily Anne Adams



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