#sterile - Hello Poetry

In a sterile society, who needs immune systems?

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Oh, ****

In a sterile society, who needs immune systems?

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modern behemoth building of the sterile herded human remains in sickness compartmental racked for our chemical curing treat-meat this building is only a single day of abandon away from natural reclamation taunts are made in the wings the ants enter and leave freely drain moth flies frequent most water sources in the building rodents are at the door rabbits and groundhogs tunnel in the lawns hawks circle above using the buildings heat the wild world allowing our inclusion for at least one more hospital stay

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Apr 8, 2022

Apr 8, 2022 at 11:55 AM UTC

neth-jones

hospital food

modern behemoth building of the sterile herded human remains in sickness compartmental racked for our chemical curing treat-meat this building is only a single day of abandon away from natural reclamation taunts are made in the wings the ants enter and leave freely drain moth flies frequent most water sources in the building rodents are at the door rabbits and groundhogs tunnel in the lawns hawks circle above using the buildings heat the wild world allowing our inclusion for at least one more hospital stay

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In a city, future past, and the streets are cold and clean and flat. Naught living, none dying, a ghost town, way down the way. Except. Except for a lone *** of clay, sitting on the sill, of a cold and sterile building, way up high. And there lies growing a small plant, glowing green and red in the morning sun. Growing, growing, growing still.

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Aug 27, 2015

Aug 27, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC

christian-l-bixler

Last Green

In a city, future past, and the streets are cold and clean and flat. Naught living, none dying, a ghost town, way down the way. Except. Except for a lone *** of clay, sitting on the sill, of a cold and sterile building, way up high. And there lies growing a small plant, glowing green and red in the morning sun. Growing, growing, growing still.

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Sterile…by Jessie 8/05 There isn’t much in a sterile life There is no color, the walls are white The floors are cold, on my feet There is no flavor to the food I eat The only smell, is of alcohol In this sterile life People come and people go None of them really want to know What it’s like to live in a sterile life They look at you with big blank stares Don’t get close, don’t you dare Contaminate this sterile life Not much to do but sit and think Hours go by and I never blink Time is slow in a sterile life Wipe things down, one more time Make them sparkle make them shine No room for germs in a sterile life Well… day goes by and night will fall No excitement here at all It’s just a sterile life It gets sunny, if you let it in But then why bother, you think again It will only ruin a perfectly good sterile day Don’t try to love don’t try to hate You’re living in a sterile state There really isn’t much in a sterile life

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Feb 10, 2018

Feb 10, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC

jessie-schwartz

Sterile

Sterile…by Jessie 8/05 There isn’t much in a sterile life There is no color, the walls are white The floors are cold, on my feet There is no flavor to the food I eat The only smell, is of alcohol In this sterile life People come and people go None of them really want to know What it’s like to live in a sterile life They look at you with big blank stares Don’t get close, don’t you dare Contaminate this sterile life Not much to do but sit and think Hours go by and I never blink Time is slow in a sterile life Wipe things down, one more time Make them sparkle make them shine No room for germs in a sterile life Well… day goes by and night will fall No excitement here at all It’s just a sterile life It gets sunny, if you let it in But then why bother, you think again It will only ruin a perfectly good sterile day Don’t try to love don’t try to hate You’re living in a sterile state There really isn’t much in a sterile life

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Sterile…by Jessie 8/05 There isn’t much in a sterile life There is no color, the walls are white The floors are cold, on my feet There is no flavor to the food I eat The only smell, is of alcohol In this sterile life People come and people go None of them really want to know What it’s like to live in a sterile life They look at you with big blank stares Don’t get close, don’t you dare Contaminate this sterile life Not much to do but sit and think Hours go by and I never blink Time is slow in a sterile life Wipe things down, one more time Make them sparkle make them shine No room for germs in a sterile life Well… day goes by and night will fall No excitement here at all It’s just a sterile life It gets sunny, if you let it in But then why bother, you think again It will only ruin a perfectly good sterile day Don’t try to love don’t try to hate Your living in a sterile state There really isn’t much in a sterile life

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Feb 7, 2018

Feb 7, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC

jessie-schwartz

Sterile

Sterile…by Jessie 8/05 There isn’t much in a sterile life There is no color, the walls are white The floors are cold, on my feet There is no flavor to the food I eat The only smell, is of alcohol In this sterile life People come and people go None of them really want to know What it’s like to live in a sterile life They look at you with big blank stares Don’t get close, don’t you dare Contaminate this sterile life Not much to do but sit and think Hours go by and I never blink Time is slow in a sterile life Wipe things down, one more time Make them sparkle make them shine No room for germs in a sterile life Well… day goes by and night will fall No excitement here at all It’s just a sterile life It gets sunny, if you let it in But then why bother, you think again It will only ruin a perfectly good sterile day Don’t try to love don’t try to hate Your living in a sterile state There really isn’t much in a sterile life

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A polaroid, in my drawer, under the junk - a memory found. Wow, I miss fun, it's like there was another life - a past life shared. Remember parties? Sweaty dancing then a plunge in the cold lake? I feel like an old lady reliving childhood in sterile pics. Everything I thought my life would be is gone or on nebulous hold. We're learning a dull brand of patience - strange for the microwave age.

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Oct 6, 2020

Oct 6, 2020 at 6:37 AM UTC

anaisvionet

the microwave age

A polaroid, in my drawer, under the junk - a memory found. Wow, I miss fun, it's like there was another life - a past life shared. Remember parties? Sweaty dancing then a plunge in the cold lake? I feel like an old lady reliving childhood in sterile pics. Everything I thought my life would be is gone or on nebulous hold. We're learning a dull brand of patience - strange for the microwave age.

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