when i was 16 i ran away [for 2 days] with a carnival passing through and setting up in our town...   my very first assignment was as THE 'Ferris Wheel' Mechanic... [i'd flunked out of shop] and i was SO flattered i din even ask about the pay   and then handing me a big greasy WRENCH my boss (reeking whiskey) set me about the hanging and attaching of the tippy chairs   rust, grease, missing parts absent sense diffidence conspired to render me      incapable of ever riding on a wheel again...   ~DarkWind

 

 

a spoked wheel of lit spools spinning with squealing fools this was me inventing your laugh. ~helen

 

 

i invented a way to survive borrowing the inventions of others   i lifted me somewhere over the rainbow on dark days   i remembered i have a dream in the face of fear in the face of hate   i invented a way to survive to thrive borrowing the inventions...   ~centime plus

 

 

the time machine was invented.. by me.   it could go forward or back eons.   there was room for many adults and children.   tickets had to be purchased at the docking station.   every day, we left at noon.   we each wore a helmet, just in case.   sometimes, we ran into earthquakes.   traveling as a group we were less likely to be at risk.   and we could prove - we were not another bunch of alien invaders.   but my invention had pitfalls, like - it needed an honest person   to pull the lever exactly right, and with no thought of power intervening.   ~susan

in(t(v)entions   time invented me,      this whirlwind of emotive thought -      tugging,      pulling,           grasping,                asking,                     begging -   yet begging is no use, time is limited to us, and in that aspect, feared and perhaps even hated -   yes, i will admit to hate time, as i know it hates me - yet, it invented me and there my problem lies.   ~Jim Stewart

 

 

There's a solar panel in my backyard, and it is a weather vane too; it brings me news from its satellite dish; its sundial effects are from you.   Each turn in time is a moment, and the patterns shadow the ground; if you stay by my side as you promise, I will never feel any wound.   ~Ivy