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Amanda Kay Burke May 2020
So soon the end of mankind will come
Machines will learn
Hear them hum
Attack us humans in the dead of night
Until that day gets here I'll sit and write
Just a silly little piece I wrote after watching iRobot
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Room and pillar
Let me be your guiding shaft
Atmospheric pressure
Let me be your natural draft

Atticus Finch
Let me be your inner last laugh
Cold determiner
Let me be your unsuspecting half

The sign in the window says
Closed until the light of day

Broken bone
Let me be your sling and marrow
Agitated Polaire
Let me be your tight-laced narrow

Confounded Plath
Let me be your children's tomorrow
Germ warfare
Let me be your biological sorrow

The word on the street is
Nothing's gonna change until the light of day

Open minefield
Let me be your measured step
***** mother
Let me be your usual suspect

Unwanted child
Let me be the tears when you last wept
Unwanted immigrant
Let me be the ground where you last slept

The writing on the wall signals
Critical times until the light of day

lumière du jour
Chérie
tanvi sharma Nov 2019
What makes me hate humans so much ? its the fact that they ruined everything;
i hate the fact that i will never take in fresh ,unpolluted air into my lungs.
that every time i take a deep breath it tastes like smoke
that when i look up at night i barely see stars
that when i look down,all i see is tar
that the birds i used to watch all day  are slowly going away
that the insects which wandered this garden are no more there
that the tree in front of my house now gives less flowers
that when it doesn't rain it looks like all plants are covered with flour
that the news these days is full of suffering sea animals
that every other place is being used for dumping chemicals

that humans.......... are the worst of all;
i hate this feeling inside me that fears a loss of connection,the connection with nature .
i fear more that ever because earlier at least i had hope but now it just feels impossible to make a difference in a world where people care more about their profile picture than the beauty of nature.
sometimes i get this dark thought:i want to watch when the world ends.
actually ,i believe the world wont end only humans will,and i want to take pleasure in that site.
maybe i am just being too aggressive about it but i truly hate humans;
they are,in my opinion,destructive intruders;
they are the perfect example of "too much of everything is harmful",which in their case is - brain.
they just spoil and destroy and manipulate according to their wants,and then go around throwing their morals.
Juhlhaus Oct 2019
At the brink of worlds I could
Hear hammer blows on coffin wood
Drink headline ink 'til doomsday falls
Taste newsprint paste on gray cell walls
Fissures deep in split flesh stung
With gritted teeth and muted tongue
Where endings chewed in unplacid fever
Slake only the fat of the world-eaters
All worlds end.
Lawrence Hall Jul 2019
Since Mickey’s hands are now at two ‘til twelve
Let’s pour our poor doomed selves another glass
We’ll have only our ashes then to shelve
When that great big explosion comes to pass

And as that big bang bangs I’ll kiss my kvass
Goodbye. My watch needs charging anyway
The Gotterdammerung should give it some gas
To tell the time on that Wagnerian new day

Oh! Mickey’s hands are now at that midnight -
Farewell, dear friends; it’s been a wild delight!



(What? Are you still here…?)
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com

It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.
Kamva Apr 2019
Words spoken By Men
As Provoking They Are
Echo In The Sky Wide And Blue
Till They Reach The Doves Far Up
They Convey Despair Dark And Emotionelss
Now Look Carefully At The Sunset
See How The Doves Dissappear With It?
Listen To The River Too
See How It Keeps Silent At The Same Time
The Code Of Life Exists Within Every Being
And Love Stands Still With Every Travesty
Centuries Old Bell's Toll At The High Hour
Bee's Bumble Yet No Honey
Is Our Spheriod Leaning Towards Doom?
A poem that seems to question things and asks is the end near?
Alienpoet Feb 2019
Do you think they will ever care?
the rich and powerful and the big banks
own us with their guns and tanks
will they care when we are gone?

they siphon our money through a straw
Just so they can get richer through the profits of war
on everyone including the poor and disabled
the immigrants and working class able

We are slaves to the rich in this so called Christian country
full of those who would spout forth
I speak of my discourse
but wasn’t it Jesus who said
that it is as difficult as a camel to go through the eye of a needle
as a rich person to go to heaven
the hour is getting late it’s way past quarter past eleven
Or is the doomsday clock wrong
we live on knife edge don’t tell us we are strong
In being poor
heaven can wait for our souls
we need to be cared for...
Jade Sep 2018
In the end of everything,
When the skies make peace with the sea,
My mind will have left long ago,
But my thoughts will not desert me.
My head and heart have no connection;
I will weigh my feeling with good judgment.
And when the skies turn dark again,
I will seek out some replacement.
But even with broken bones,
I see a great light in the distance.
My head and heart may be far apart,
Yet I would have to be a fool to resist it.
Now the night recoils
And the day has fled
All should stay is light
And yet all I see is red.
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