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A Simillacrum May 2019
I am many things.
Mostly,
a beast of burden.
I am everything.
Mostly,
painful consciousness.

I am pain.
I am detriment
to my own health,
as well as
I am detriment
to my others.

What do I want?
Alexandria fell.
For what more could I want?

Then, may the flame
burn, ad infinitum,
inhale human conquest.

What do I want?
To keep grandiosity
from obtaining starships.

Or,

Just turn to dust,
As is the prophecy,
Happy the motes
ever did arrange.
Madeleine Apr 2019
Comes in many forms
From Harmless to dangerous
Sometimes even death
Ethan Apr 2019
So my class had to do poems about a color
My poem really ******
I needed it to be fuller
I just needed to reconstruct
                          My color was green
                          I was going to choose black
                          But what can I say i'm a teen
                          I just got off track
        Maybe one day i'm going to rewrite that poem
        I'd try to make it better
        I was being so dumb
        I can't be a forgetter
                                                 Colors are hard to write a poem for
                                                 Especially when you don't know
                                                 It needed more
                                                 I went through with it though
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