Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Where do forgotten stories lay? Perhaps a quiet, bleak graveyard with blank graves as nobody sings the words from these pages nor nourishes the barren brown dead grass ground with any praise. What happens to a love once extinguished? A self-sustaining universe expanded so much all the stars snuffed and smoldered--life choked out as once burning heat now colder than the dark side of a glacial moon echoes in a vast dark void of blankness. Can two diametrically opposed beliefs exist in the same room? Or does bloodshed have to follow because mind-numbing decibel blasting arguments turn both mad with bloodlust rage until the one stabbed least is left standing? Is it better for people to give a **** or clean one up? Where's the best place to visit for people who are ******* fed up with the bureaucratic red-tape dotted line terms of usage world but don't give a **** What's the difference between sports and Hollywood? What happens to the truth when we've told a lie? Is it like a battered and bruised wife, bleeding from the nose with ripped hair follicles on the ground or does it simply drink away the abandonment on the rocks to forget?
0
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 3:22 AM UTC
Things I Wonder After a Few Screwdrivers
Where do forgotten stories lay? Perhaps a quiet, bleak graveyard with blank graves as nobody sings the words from these pages nor nourishes the barren brown dead grass ground with any praise. What happens to a love once extinguished? A self-sustaining universe expanded so much all the stars snuffed and smoldered--life choked out as once burning heat now colder than the dark side of a glacial moon echoes in a vast dark void of blankness. Can two diametrically opposed beliefs exist in the same room? Or does bloodshed have to follow because mind-numbing decibel blasting arguments turn both mad with bloodlust rage until the one stabbed least is left standing? Is it better for people to give a **** or clean one up? Where's the best place to visit for people who are ******* fed up with the bureaucratic red-tape dotted line terms of usage world but don't give a **** What's the difference between sports and Hollywood? What happens to the truth when we've told a lie? Is it like a battered and bruised wife, bleeding from the nose with ripped hair follicles on the ground or does it simply drink away the abandonment on the rocks to forget?
brycical
Written by
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 3:22 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem