#slaughtered - Hello Poetry

There isn't much left. That's the way it is sometimes. You plan and plan for the day when there won't be any, and yet you're still surprised when there isn't much left in the end. My days are not like seven fat cows or seven skinny ones. My days are like veal. They're slaughtered young, and at night I feast upon them. Some nights I can sleep contentedly afterwards.. And others, I lay awake unable to dream at all. Guilt keeps me awake. I've become a kosher butcher of time! Often my own. That's the way it is sometimes. There isn't much left. So I plan and plan trying to postpone the day when there won't be any.

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Sep 22, 2016

Sep 22, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC

jayseth-guberman

There isn't much left

There isn't much left. That's the way it is sometimes. You plan and plan for the day when there won't be any, and yet you're still surprised when there isn't much left in the end. My days are not like seven fat cows or seven skinny ones. My days are like veal. They're slaughtered young, and at night I feast upon them. Some nights I can sleep contentedly afterwards.. And others, I lay awake unable to dream at all. Guilt keeps me awake. I've become a kosher butcher of time! Often my own. That's the way it is sometimes. There isn't much left. So I plan and plan trying to postpone the day when there won't be any.

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you slaughtered my heart and played with the pieces

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Jul 6, 2019

Jul 6, 2019 at 2:49 AM UTC

shawnmendes

slaughtered (my heart)

you slaughtered my heart and played with the pieces

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I feel the presence of you through the pain in my teeth, as I sing along to the song I used to skip just for you. It always makes me think of you even though you never wanted to listen to it. The sadness you felt when it would come on must have been left behind with me little by little each time I let it go by without you knowing. You left some sort of residue on your footprint, a brand. And someday when god looks upon my soul, he'll see it still, branded by the giant, for the silver and gold I once stole.

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Nov 6, 2015

Nov 6, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC

FloresAlgernon

D.C.F.C.W.L.L.G.

I feel the presence of you through the pain in my teeth, as I sing along to the song I used to skip just for you. It always makes me think of you even though you never wanted to listen to it. The sadness you felt when it would come on must have been left behind with me little by little each time I let it go by without you knowing. You left some sort of residue on your footprint, a brand. And someday when god looks upon my soul, he'll see it still, branded by the giant, for the silver and gold I once stole.

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Young lives are being slaughtered by knives law and order seems to have no power to contain the gangs creating such strife brutality grows not by weeks but the hour these crimes getting rapidly out of control with no logic to the mounting toll! The gangs culture has been allowed to expand cities towns and villages none are immune in the present climate they are in command too often on the roadside flowers are strewn lawlessness spreads as people are oppressed helpless we stand as a society transgressed! A bleak future violence escalates and discipline is now lost allowing worrying complacency in surely it extends far deeper into our culture where nobody can see that hovering vulture! Now nobody is safe from the threat of violence as corruption destroys human tolerance! #TheFoureyedPoet.

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Apr 20, 2019

Apr 20, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC

malcolm-terence-gould

Knives!

Young lives are being slaughtered by knives law and order seems to have no power to contain the gangs creating such strife brutality grows not by weeks but the hour these crimes getting rapidly out of control with no logic to the mounting toll! The gangs culture has been allowed to expand cities towns and villages none are immune in the present climate they are in command too often on the roadside flowers are strewn lawlessness spreads as people are oppressed helpless we stand as a society transgressed! A bleak future violence escalates and discipline is now lost allowing worrying complacency in surely it extends far deeper into our culture where nobody can see that hovering vulture! Now nobody is safe from the threat of violence as corruption destroys human tolerance! #TheFoureyedPoet.

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This planet is made, of more liquid than land Covered mostly in water While blood covering a quarter A range of land covered in sand I close my eyes and scribble with hand If the dry straits could actually mend The ocean paths would follow every bend Likewise as my thoughts are coming to an end I am glad, am not living on a slaughtered land... ©sim

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Sep 23, 2017

Sep 23, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC

Seema

Spilling My Mind

This planet is made, of more liquid than land Covered mostly in water While blood covering a quarter A range of land covered in sand I close my eyes and scribble with hand If the dry straits could actually mend The ocean paths would follow every bend Likewise as my thoughts are coming to an end I am glad, am not living on a slaughtered land... ©sim

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