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We are not special
Our very breath is only rented
We will rot in the ground with the other infidels
Our entire existence is short
One life is all we have but we are nothing but blood
Nothing about us is important
We are just bodies without true meaning; no such purpose can overcome our fate
We are not worth it
It is all a façade
We are unwavering from this pathetic and fatal daydream
Pieces of disposable flesh to be claimed
And this nightmare cannot be awoken from
We are nothing to admire
This miserable timeframe of nothing but torturous lies
Is exhausting and unbearable
We are revolting and should be thrown out
Filth filled souls and smog blinded eyes
We ourselves will be decomposed into dust
Because we are not special
Our very breath is only rented
We will rot in the ground with the other infidels
Our entire existence is short
One life is all we have but we are nothing but blood
Nothing about us is important
We are just bodies without true meaning; no such purpose can overcome our fate
We are not worth it
It is all a façade
We are unwavering from this pathetic and fatal daydream
Pieces of disposable flesh to be claimed
And this nightmare cannot be awoken from
We are nothing to admire
This miserable timeframe of nothing but torturous lies
Is exhausting and unbearable
We are revolting and should be thrown out
Filth filled souls and smog blinded eyes
We ourselves will be decomposed into dust
Because we are not special
Literature
Her Life
I saw her life in those eyes
with cut-throat stares
and withered looks of daze,
each lid half open
and their cores darted where
they thought it was safe.
Her pupils swirled as hurricanes
with streaks of rain
maroon across a razor blade.
Sharing what words can't speak
and luring in the
sting of the day.
I saw her life in that skin,
painted with a tiny needle that could
delve deeper in what she knew
and who she was, then what.
Like an apple tossed aside to rot
darted across were plum-hue stains
and beautiful scars, an abstract dance of
healing and hurt.
Covered in what she screamed,
her body was masked in poetry,
long-tol
Literature
Spirals
This emotion flies
An eagle soaring high
Up the cerebr’l thermal
Ebb ‘n Flow
Heart beat’n prime
As the race that began time
Your hand locked so perfectly with mine
Running tow’rd the sunset
Geronimo!
This emotion runs
From the dawn into the sun
Blood upon the sky
A beautiful bloodthirsty butterfly
Slash with fract’l wings
Through the triv’l things
Alonzi!
This emotion is
What makes her his
While he is tot’lly hers
So even as life starts to blur
And the focus starting to fade
It brings life back into shade
Slipping through that purple haze
Fantastic!
Literature
aches
my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
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Oh, sweet nihilism...
I love this one. It's good to see someone else seeing the world this way. All the "believing" and "hoping" people make me sick. Although I don't really mind. We are all going to fade into nothingness, so why wasting time on telling mankind that it will? I know that I'm right and therefore don't bother others. Oh, I wished religious people would keep it that way.
I have to agree with your thoughts. I would even make it more extreme. We are cancer. Growing, claiming, spreading and devouring everything. In the end cancer will cause it's own death. And so will we. But, my nihilistic friend, we already know, right?
I love this one. It's good to see someone else seeing the world this way. All the "believing" and "hoping" people make me sick. Although I don't really mind. We are all going to fade into nothingness, so why wasting time on telling mankind that it will? I know that I'm right and therefore don't bother others. Oh, I wished religious people would keep it that way.
I have to agree with your thoughts. I would even make it more extreme. We are cancer. Growing, claiming, spreading and devouring everything. In the end cancer will cause it's own death. And so will we. But, my nihilistic friend, we already know, right?