What if People Could Turn Invisible?

Everyone wishes they could become invisible, but do we really want that? I mean, invisibility sounds great…we could sneak downstairs and grab our favorite cookie without getting caught, or steal people’s things without them noticing. Becoming invisible could make you a
superhero, right? But what if, becoming invisible would mean the end of mankind. Would you want it then?

Have you ever thought that if everyone could become invisible, this could make us dangerous? That this could mean the end of the human species? But how? How could wanting to sneak downstairs for a midnight snack mean the end of humanity? 

Well…you see, if you were to become invisible, many people would start stealing. Whether if it’s because you are greedy or you are homeless. People would take invisibility as an advantage. Spies could sneak into closed quarters to reveal the secrets of governments from different countries. Knowing such valuable secrets, countries would soon become rivals and war would quickly begin. But of course, this wouldn’t be any war, this would be an invisible war. Everyone would be invisible, and you would never know when your end would come. 

Chaos would soon start to happen, as people are bound to panic when people are just dropping dead all around them. Families would be afraid, never knowing if their fathers and brothers would ever come home ever again. Becoming invisible would start a whole cycle of horrible things just because people just can’t resist the ability to learn secrets if it’s laying on a gold platter right in front of them. 

So maybe, even when becoming invisible may sound like a dream come true, maybe it’s a good thing that we aren’t even close to finding a way to become invisible!

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List Poem – That Explains It!

I went to the doctor. He x-rayed my head.
He stared for a moment and here’s what he said
“It looks like you got a rule in here,
An eraser, a crayon, and a bottle of beer.
I also see something that looks like a chair,
A bundle of blankets, no space for air. 
A table, a bow, a book, and a bed,
A piano, a pizza, and very moldy bread,
An orange, A octopus, an ostrich, an owl,
A teacher, a tomato, a toad, and a towel,
A house, a mouse, a blouse, a gallon of water,
A folder, a shoulder, a boulder, and wait – is that my daughter?
With all of the junk that you have in your head,
It’s kind of amazing you got out of bed.
The good news, at least, is you shouldn’t feel pain.
From what I can see here you don’t have a brain”

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Fire Poem

Everyday, when night returns,
An orange flame strives to burn,
Its deadly might scares the stars,
Leaving the skies with fatal scars,
This orange hue burns bright,
Destroying nature through the night,
But when dawn comes, the fire dies,
Waiting for the next night to arise