Dillon Gay

A little boy watching television
'Batteries not included' influences his decision
On his new G.I. Joes
The T.V. he is staring at should be one of his greatest foes
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Clockportphobia is what they call my disease
Oh, I'm sorry; let me explain please
I can't think of the past
I might warp there oh so fast!
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Late last night or the night before
There was a man standing at my door
I didn't know who he was or what he was doing
For his breathing was as harsh as a possessed baby's cooing
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PART I

Oh... the alarm clock
The beeps are a mock
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My head hung low, crowd screaming around
Yelling as if they knew I was Hell-bound
They are all wrong, I am a martyr of my belief
If I die, would it really give you relief?
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There is one law in this land
But it can be destroyed easily like a castle in sand
Just one man it takes
And a whole new world awaits
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In times of fault, remember you are not real
I tell you this with great zeal
Nothing can hurt you, nothing at all
They are not, big, strong, short, or tall
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Why do you turn me away?
On such a beautiful day
I write this poem with grief
Letting it out with such a relief
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Thanksgiving Day... time to eat
Through the door will come many feet
But no... my disorder will defeat me well
And here comes another story to tell
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Deep sun-gaze, holes in her eyes
Water-logged theory, light to the flies
Dying relief, soon to scurry
My soul is burning, pass in a hurry
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Do you ever wonder if...

Your life will ever mean anything?
It has impacted someone, if not a king
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Face it, we are snowbound
To keep warm, we must gather around
The cold is making me rave
But we must keep calm or here comes the grave
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Objects are moving and shifting
Floors lowering and lifting
This is so real
But something is not right, hidden under a veil
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Going to drift further away
Lost interest in your story
Gaining sympathy from your pride in me
Losing me as I don't go your way
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Bathing a new trophy
Not shining but illuminating
All that any could see
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I
I am
Still breathing
The beast cannot enter
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Living in an endless loop
Of tragedy and anticipation
Craving a new opening
All in vain without your information
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A wall of fire
Obstacles blocking to see
Shouting of a liar
This is what separates you from me
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It's only been a few months since I first met you
But I don't know if you feel the same as I do
Sitting behind me in class, feet on my desk
I just want to hold you afterward I must confess
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What if your body suddenly vanished?
Surely that would cause you great anguish
Only one thing is still around
Your mind without the brain matter piled in a mound
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