Best Science Fictionpeople Poems
As you probably know by now, I love stories about magic mirrors. Here's another one:
When my Great Aunt Mary looked in her new mirror that night,
she could see future events that caused her great fright.
So many scary things made her cringe with fear in her face.
Even though scary wasn't always the case.
She had gotten this mirror for her birthday today.
But little did she know what a price she would pay.
She could see things that you and I think of as being everyday things.
Only the blackest of nights, would the mirror bring.
On one night she saw a man named Armstrong whom
she heard voices say was walking on the moon.
She heard in the distance from the mirror, in her mind.
"That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind."
The mirror would only show her secrets in the darkness of the night.
Never would it reveal itself, when there was a hint of any light.
Aunt Mary would sneek into the bedroom with much apprehension.
And always with a candle, to avert the mirror's attention.
The mirror could always sense her presence and was waiting patiently.
To show her all the things that she was so afraid to see.
The flying machines she saw were huge and people flying coast to coast.
Not knowing of such things, she thought they were some kind of ghost.
She tried telling people about the things she saw one day.
But after she told them, most of them would always say,
"That Mary, you know, she's such a good girl, but her minds not quite right."
Then Mary stopped telling them all the things she saw that gave her a fright.
continued in Pt 2
In the land of the lost
They dug up a book of magic spells today
No one had seen spells like this before
Some of them were extremely weird
The cover of the book said:
PO--etry
And the people wondered if PO-etry was a black or white magic. The book was sent to an
expert in magic and his assistant for examining.
Look at page 82
"Mumps on the breast
sleepless rest
Eastless west
I didn't have to study for my urine test."
or
page 97
"Crazy insane
painless pain
evaporating rain
nothing changes perception
quite like the brain."
or how about
page 115
"Vision blurred
brain is slurred
this is what happens
when I think like the herd."
The expert in magic confirmed it was white magic and shared the spells with everyone. The
spells brought wonder and joy to the people in the land of the lost. And perhaps that is magic
in itself.
On Earth I stepped for the very first time,
And my 3 hearts wouldn't slow down,
The sight of so much water,
It makes my green face frown.
Oh how you Earthlings are lucky,
With your technology but little brains,
Suprisingly you have very few ligaments,
No wonder your close to insane.
I went for a walk in the city,
With many structures tall,
I saw some metal creatures,
Who had an alarming call.
The people around me are different,
To the people near the sea,
They carry around a case in there hands,
It must be there battery.
There are oodles of different boxes,
When there button is pressed there is light,
And millions of figures appear on the screen,
This is much to my delight.
But now its time to go home,
And tell my people of my adventure.
"But there is no such thing as aliens" they say
To believe they must truly venture.
I’ve been made.
Not the way most people are made, with either a fateful mistake or long-lived intent. I
was not born the way people are born, or grown the way they were grown.
I am not real.
This needs saying. You have to understand that this is my reason. I am not a creature of
habit, or education, or coincidence. I am one of design.
They did not make in a factory or on an assembly line, but that doesn’t matter. I am no
more real than your average toaster.
I have thoughts. I have words. I have actions. None of them are mine.
I was made this way. I was made to think how I think, and do what I do, and see how I see.
I do not think they meant me to know.
I was not meant to see beyond the veil, to see the strings being pulled. But even so, I
hate who I was meant to hate and love who I was meant to love, and only sometimes do I
confuse the two. I love my maker and hate my maker. I thank the one who gave me life and
curse them for it.
It is something strange to live a paradox.
as the works of my mouth quinch my soul the earth trembles and my soul shivers. and it
shows.the best is yet to come and the worst is yet to go. the people saved my soul and the
high rising of my loved showed a better day and it knows the way to temptation and the rest
is history and it shows. the process is heaven and the field of dreams love me the most and
it shows just the fruit of my works and the nakeness of my soul and it hurts to show the way
to the love of my life. the people need help and the animals need the way of life and the
frogs need the course of the scary works and it tells the way. and it tells the way of the
people and the way of the world and it shows the just cause and the just serve. and it's
enough for me.the people complain and the tides grim and the action flares and the just
cause shows not shares because the people need room to grow and they need room to live
and they need room to survive and it shows. the need of the cause and the flow of the works
and it shows. just the people just the fame and its enough for me . and the lights glow and
the people glow and the fortune keeps us abay and it shows.just the time of the happings
and the fame of the love and the house of blessing and it shows the fame through life and it
shows. the end