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Rad Tad Apr 2015
Forever neglected
Forever dismayed
Forever deafened
By the cacophony of the trade

The antiquated digger stands by
A sentient guard of the worker
It watches as the tree slowly dissipates
Its life slowly crumbling
As the voracious chipper
Devours the tree whole

The worker stands by
The digger stands by
The chipper chips away

The taciturn worker remains
Ruminating the existence of the world.
Why was he put here?
For what reason must he stay with these hallowed construction tools?
Do they feel any remorse for the change that they've enacted
On the world around them?
Are they aware that they transgress the laws of nature?

The bellicose chipper
Wages war with nature
As the people watch so distantly.
Its sound makes the neighbors quite belligerent
Yet the zealots watch attentively.
The pure ignorance
The pure neglect
The blatant apathy
Is something to be seen.

Whatever could possess you
To follow in the footsteps of the worker
To feel his pain as the trimmer
Chips away at the trees' centuries
The sound of shattered glass
Punctuates the air.
Perhaps there has been an accident.
Wrote this one on a plane, too.
Mana Nov 2011
The seams are ripping-
all mentality is lost.
I seem to be slipping
and for what cost?

What is the reason for my destruction?
A familiar detour I know too well.
I continue to stay under construction,
something to people I dare not tell.

For why worry them when all hope is gone
I look as I feel, after all I'm no con.
So yes the seam, I can say is now ripped
the sisters of fate look at my life line-
it's finally been snipped.
Daisy Richardson Nov 2014
There is construction going on on the street adjacent to mine
they are drilling holes to make room for the pipe line
and every time they do, the ground shakes
and every time they do, it overwhelms me with heart ache

Because humans are fixing something that was never broken
Earth was beautiful and now it feels unspoken
in the way that the tall trees
turned into an hq for a company
rivers that got stopped with dams
but humans dont seem to give a ****

We are destroying something that was once so beautiful
and now it’s beauty has gone empty
because something that was once wonderful
was torn down so we could have a shopping spree

To us, the damage being done has become irrelevant
destroying forests and mountains
and we don’t even seem to be hesitant

The number in our bank account has become more important
than the quality of our air
and the only thing we can count
is how close we are to being a millionaire

We should be counting the days we have left
before we become bereft
of living on our one true home
and leave Earth all alone
with the damage we have done.
Sorry guys, there’s no rerun
of this episode we call human evolution
and oh how I wish there was a simple solution
to limit this endless pollution
that we have caused because this is a right in our constitution

Where are the earths rights?
Is it really that hard to be polite
to something that works for us all day and night?
if only we were as bright
as the flash from our phone light
when we’re taking pictures to remember the memories
because there’s no remedy
for humans

We are a poison that does not have a cure
and all that our poor Earth can do
is try to stay strong while we make the blueprint for our next venue
First Poem... Like ever
lX0st Oct 2014
Your lips fell to mine
Like a building barreling down
Destroying what was left
Of my good judgement
And replacing it with a massive hole
That only you could fill.
And the walls continued to crumble..
svdgrl Sep 2014
If you must know
why I kicked your stupid
"MEN WORKING AHEAD" sign
into the street,
This WOMAN WALKING BEHIND
is not for you to comment on.
Kate Lion Jan 2013
Because he was the robin, see
I built him a birdhouse made of the fingernails I chipped from every time I was forced to button up my own flannel shirt
It was quite silly and awkward-looking
So it didn't bother me when he didn't want to live there
It would take a lot of fake smiles and wooden blinds to tolerate a habitation such as the one I constructed for him
So it didn't bother me when he didn't want to live there

When he told me he was making a nest I took a paring knife from the kitchen drawer
When he told me he was making a nest I gave him 10 inches of weave to (through) the twigs
When he told me there were lots of split ends and varied shades
I wasn't too hurt because it was true

And I knew he would use twisty ties from bread bags instead
Which were much more practical than 10 inches of lover's hair
I just couldn't understand why he didn't give it back

He misplaced it, he said
How can you misplace something I had (longed) for him
Kyle Kulseth Sep 2014
Late night. Footsteps.
Crane necks and girders.
Fog lifts. The wind cries.
Steel bones in moonlight

                        I'm out
                      so late now
and it's Sunday night and Summer's ending
                         soon.
I'm aging
                                          with questions
fermenting in my mouth
ignored for years

Fenced off. Unfinished
project shelved and waiting
                     for next Spring.

Cool night eclipsing
years spent indexing,
answers mislaid and
blueprints unrolling

Components rusting,
crane necks and girders.
Steel bones in moonlight.
Tight lipped and staring.

                             Fall comes
                             construction
halts now and the walls stand half
                            complete
And outside
                                     the chain link
shrugging off the cold and
still wondering when

Step through unfinished
building. Get home. Shelved
                      until next Spring.
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