May 19
Whiteflamingo79k's picture

IM SO SOORRRY ;-;

Sorry that I haven't been posting lately lots of baseball and other stuff, ill post a poem though


An Ode To The Untouchable

The Untouchable
Un-A prefix meaning “not”

Touchable-The sense of touch in your range

Something out of reach

Not close

But far

Your blinded by it

The lack of being there

What could it feel like?

Soft?

Rough?

Cold?

Hot?

Smooth?

Bumpy?

So many possibilities

What could it be?

Does it hurt?

It could be a ice cube

Slowly 

D r i p p i n

            G

Down your back

It could be 

A thorn bush piercing your skin

It could be a splinter 

The untouchable and touchable

Isn't the table

It's the splinter you get from the table

The thorn from a thorn bush

It's the sense of the feeling that comes along with that untouchable

Not reachable

Mysteriou

Incognito

Thing

You can either 

End

It

All

And touch it

Our let your imagination

Ponder

And wonder

And imagine

And work

Its way to the end where the only thing left

Is you and that item.

The only thing that matters

Is you and that item

What will it be?