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I can't help but think of the scores of demons dying halfway across the planet in my backyard In my house People filling their bellies with opinions on things they know nothing of But this doesn't do as much damage as the real work there are those killing taking action taking lives in real time trying their hardest to beat the tally to beat the board in this bored *** life I almost respect them for wanting to make a dent of their own Cataclysmic, wiping dinosaurs clean whipping amoebas and monkeys into shape Doing something is better than drowning in möbius waves of linens and comforters My rabbit hole hand looking dried and thirsty while cupping the brook side run off Tongue lapping ****** sores on the outskirts of my only remaining power source I stay silent and let loose control of the scores Like justice, unbiased And of course I am still looking forward to a slick hair back And focus time.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
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