Clockportphobia Poem by Dillon Gay
Clockportphobia
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!
Think of how much we have covered since 1999
The memories will warp me back and today will not be mine
Of course I have the future ahead of me
No, I'll go to when I'm so old, I cannot see!
There is a dinosaur on National Geographic
I can't watch! I run; it's automatic!
Why can't I cherish what I recall?
Because through the void of time, I will fall
The therapists... they try to help me... they can't succeed
They say I'm psychotic; on their insults I feed
I will use my time traveling powers to go back before they were born
And wipe their existence away in any form!
The one reason why I like this poem is that it's interesting and unique.
nicelly written nt xactly my type of poem but i really like the ending nicely done...and keep up the...geatness... =)
I agree with Frank about this being a very creative piece . Never underestimate the importance of creativity . Your future is probably not in poetry . You should join the motion picture industry . GW62
An imaginary disease about imaging...hmmm...Imagine that....your imaging capabilities are healthy, afterall....Commendable work, esppecially, taking your very young age....The potential is there...for the learning & taking...The air, and space are your limits....READ, READ & READ YOUR CONTEMPORARY POETS....And keep that pen pumping, young man. F j R (())
This is chilling. Very well written, very creative. Thank you for sharing! I'll look at more of your poetry when I have more time! E
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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You like to make up your own words do you not? Clockportphobia, Uumpsca (or oomsca, oompscka, oonsca, ümpsca) How do you spell it? Good poem. What do you mean by the dinosaur being 'automatic'? Hmm? J/K.