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Anon C Jan 2013
What was broken
as obliterated as I was
let me reach out
pick you up
place you within my soul
God I love the pieces at my feet
reflecting my own tormented demons
and how I wish to grab you within my embrace
jump down into an abyss
climb back up with every piece
and my bottle of glue
it may be thought recreation is impossible
but isn't that the beauty
we are not born
we are created
let us create one another
Anon C Jan 2013
If Gods do have a God
and the cycle is unending
where did it begin
does a beginning even exist
I think I just destroyed my mind
otherwise this cannot be proven
and wise the usual way cannot be proven
pondering is the best way to find an answer
even then no answer is to be found
so what the hell is going on out there
in the abyss of our space
do you ever imagine
the billions of planets
what is going on
does it ever devour your mind and consume you
as it does mine
when I think about it truly I go mad
this planet, corruption, evil, hatred
what if some other planet is Utopia
and if so
why am I on this one
for peace is what I crave and I see it when I look into the milky way
so when gods have gods
are they criticized
who is the ultimate creator
or was there never one
how the hell did it start if ever
or was there no beginning
and with no beginning is there no end
SCREAM
Anon C Jan 2013
When the veil lifts and nothing is left but barren wasteland
the ocean evaporated, the atmosphere obliterated
what would be a planet envisioned
do I mean metaphorical or do I mean literal
unsure,  just go with me on this one
can you tell when I have been sleeping at the bottom of a bottle
message in a bottle now sits in a massive dune
sandstorms burying it deep within their chasm
no life is left on this planet to find it
so what is it now but another piece of garbage
one collected upon the masses of mother earth to regenerate, obliterate, clean up the mess
another lost whisper echoing in the sands of time
sands that do not know time though
what is one grain of sand within this temple
do you not see how many there are
a pin ***** to a goddess
she does not wince, not once
at the fallen upon her feet
one mass grave
her face will be stoic as she stares upon her masterpiece
finally at rest, a plague eradicated
though they screamed the whole way down
she rejoiced when at last the cries had ceased
silence
and she thanks her God
and that God thanks his
and he thanks his
never ending cycle
does it stop
ever
No idea... End of the world thoughts? Will God rejoice when it is over finally? Also do Gods have Gods? Does it end? Really think about it!!!
Anon C Jan 2013
What is this sound
melodic, pure, a feeling washes over me
one like jumping into a clear mountain spring
rushing through sand dunes giggling as I stumble
skydiving, knowing I am safe and will forever fly
this sound makes me want to listen always
like the birds singing and the winds whisper
the trees swaying telling their secrets
sunshine bathing me warming me to the core
the sound is your laughter
and it is my favorite music
if you would not mind laugh again please
I wish to dance
Anon C Jan 2013
Pretend to love my glass shards
then instead of you being cut
I am the atrocity
a friend you are not
and I see this
still I will be me
recede
why fight to be around
pretend I matter
while I sit in the background
Anon C Jan 2013
I have two sweet flowers
the brightest ever seen
they smile at me each time I pass
reaching out to me
giving love, kisses, and hugs
my children
sure to blossom into sunshine rays
Anon C Jan 2013
A plan would be needed
but that is the smaller picture
the bigger one being
indoctrination, blinded
whispers of insanity, a conspiracy theorist
remember though, it is a love for you I feel
thinking you may be happy inside a machine
but once you open your eyes it is not smiling
what you thought was a smile is teeth ripping you apart and spitting you out
it could be better
be not blinded by the lies fed to you on a wooden platter
you could hold the gold
peace inside your heart and home
if you but heard the voices shouting for you to join
I know you cry tears at night
we all do
stuck inside these gears that grind our bones to dust until naught is left
throwing scraps your way while the elite feast upon your soul
no time for family, no time for laughter, no time to live or die
please help us, please listen
that we are suffering but we do not have to
spread a smile a kind act, spread the truth
it is right there before you just listen
there is a veil you must lift to see
but that is why we are here guiding you with our words
and we will keep fighting even while your eyes are closed
waiting for them to open
stand up and join a movement
one that unifies the helpless
and turns them into the victors
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