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Andrew Wenson Nov 2014
Anger, discontent
are like a house
after work
some place where you wrap yourself
in a security blanket
of irritability

hungry for touch
but misanthropic
can't taste lust
but for the One Unobtainable
can't help her
can't detach
only recourse, lash out

Anger is like a house
"Sometimes I wonder, if you're mythologizing me, like I do you." - Of Montreal, 'The Past Is A Grotesque Animal'
Jack Lucid Sep 2014
Shroud me in charcoal clouds
and let the frigid autumn wind caress my skin
suspend me in a womb of hidden truths
and bury me sweetly in  a hallowed and nihilistic tomb*
So why are you astonished
in this world of rot and *****
  when our child-like elations become  extinguished by adult realizations  
and innocence is *****
So Shroud me in charcoal clouds
and let the frigid autumn wind caress my skin
suspend me in a womb of hidden truths
and bury me sweetly in  a hallowed and nihilistic tomb


when fear consumes you from the inside out
and all the walls are closing in
I will be your friend
Who can you trust and where do you go,
When you feel so ******* hollow.
When you've bitten off much more than you can swallow
and you watch your dreams slither down the drain
What will keep you sane?
*So Shroud me in charcoal clouds
and let the frigid autumn wind caress my skin
suspend me in a womb of hidden truths
and bury me sweetly in  a hallowed and nihilistic tomb
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Alagius Jul 2014
Venne, Videt, Delent*
They came, They saw, They destroy

They came, after days and nights of travel from different places

With them are vicious machineries, roaring to harvest the land

Nourished by the earth itself

They saw, with hungering and ambitious eyes

Over the fortune they can make out of the natural wealth

The land restlessly developed for years

They Destroy, with their machines

They senselessly cut down timber, dig out ore and hunt down animals

For no other reason other than their greedy and materialistic desires

Then they leave, going to another land and repeat the evil cycle; leaving the

former ruined and devastated
This refers to the consumeristic and materialistic behaviour of mankind - willing to obtain wealth at the expense of nature. this likely suits corrupt corporate leaders, animal smugglers etc.

Also i compared humanity to a horde of locusts since i find that two species bear something in common - consuming practically all green material wherever they go.

P.S: This is my first poem

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