"cumulation" poems - Hello Poetry

i have arrived at a point of desperate fury; a final certainty that there is no longer a sustainable solution; the realization that god was right— the only way to fix this horror is to wipe it clean, flood every sea, drown everything in saltwater and try again, pretending all along we have just begun— but no, this time there may be no noah, no single good survivor except maybe the ones wronged the most, maybe only the last of the trees, maybe only the animals this is to say: if the human race went extinct i would not grieve. only thank the soil as it swallowed me, only be disappointed because god, was this the best we could do? i would love to return to a belief of more hope, the someday-vision of an earth where nothing suffers and justice wields her scales like a weapon, needing no blindfold, but nowadays i only wonder how we let the earth become this rotten, let it get too far and now the problem seems unfixable. now, all we have to show for it is a cumulation of debt and a system that does not care for us. death was right: humans are foolish. we are so good at keeping things when they are already lost, tying them to our chests with hope thinking we can save it. but what better way to halt the plague than to raze it all to the ground, set fire to the rotting at the core, cut the roots and then restart. to the child-saints we lost too early, i pray: tell god, burn everything. we need to try again.

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Aug 12, 2018

Aug 12, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC

julesink

in praying for an apocalypse

i have arrived at a point of desperate fury; a final certainty that there is no longer a sustainable solution; the realization that god was right— the only way to fix this horror is to wipe it clean, flood every sea, drown everything in saltwater and try again, pretending all along we have just begun— but no, this time there may be no noah, no single good survivor except maybe the ones wronged the most, maybe only the last of the trees, maybe only the animals this is to say: if the human race went extinct i would not grieve. only thank the soil as it swallowed me, only be disappointed because god, was this the best we could do? i would love to return to a belief of more hope, the someday-vision of an earth where nothing suffers and justice wields her scales like a weapon, needing no blindfold, but nowadays i only wonder how we let the earth become this rotten, let it get too far and now the problem seems unfixable. now, all we have to show for it is a cumulation of debt and a system that does not care for us. death was right: humans are foolish. we are so good at keeping things when they are already lost, tying them to our chests with hope thinking we can save it. but what better way to halt the plague than to raze it all to the ground, set fire to the rotting at the core, cut the roots and then restart. to the child-saints we lost too early, i pray: tell god, burn everything. we need to try again.

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It seemed an unassuming crumb Wrenched from the grips of its mother loaf Left to crumble In the presence of those unaware But this morsel Would hail a story greater than that of its counterparts Lying in the focus of beings With a hunger more substantial Than this piece could ever satisfy Two ravens flew Independent of each other Without a care for one another Until they were enraptured by this: A small glimmer Of what could barely be consumed Perhaps on a normal day They would have ignored such an insignificant piece But this was different If only for the smallest detail However meaningless In another being present Eyeing the same insignificant morsel An observer of the two may have been surprised At the sudden dip of each creature Almost as if one existed as a mirror to the other Towards what seemed to be a random patch of the Earth Littered with the beauty of life’s variety But only a single speck holding their attention It was a vicious conflict Partaken by this pair of newfound rivals Involved in their intricate dance In a time, brief to those outside But a saga, spanning millennia, in their view In its cumulation, the matter of the victor became trivial As they lay upon this patch, once tranquil, The cost of such an insignificant piece now lay prevalent in their minds Their jealousy a sign of their true defeat

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Jul 30, 2018

Jul 30, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC

ShallowSky

Two Ravens

It seemed an unassuming crumb Wrenched from the grips of its mother loaf Left to crumble In the presence of those unaware But this morsel Would hail a story greater than that of its counterparts Lying in the focus of beings With a hunger more substantial Than this piece could ever satisfy Two ravens flew Independent of each other Without a care for one another Until they were enraptured by this: A small glimmer Of what could barely be consumed Perhaps on a normal day They would have ignored such an insignificant piece But this was different If only for the smallest detail However meaningless In another being present Eyeing the same insignificant morsel An observer of the two may have been surprised At the sudden dip of each creature Almost as if one existed as a mirror to the other Towards what seemed to be a random patch of the Earth Littered with the beauty of life’s variety But only a single speck holding their attention It was a vicious conflict Partaken by this pair of newfound rivals Involved in their intricate dance In a time, brief to those outside But a saga, spanning millennia, in their view In its cumulation, the matter of the victor became trivial As they lay upon this patch, once tranquil, The cost of such an insignificant piece now lay prevalent in their minds Their jealousy a sign of their true defeat

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Tears, bursting with feelings, sorrow, pain, spill out of my eyes, stream down my face, my neck, my arms. They slide their way to my fingertips, and drip onto the keyboard. One by one, those tears are united, a cumulation of letters. These tears create words, while I am silent.

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Jan 11, 2014

Jan 11, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC

existing-human

Silence.

Tears, bursting with feelings, sorrow, pain, spill out of my eyes, stream down my face, my neck, my arms. They slide their way to my fingertips, and drip onto the keyboard. One by one, those tears are united, a cumulation of letters. These tears create words, while I am silent.

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Dwindling, spiraling, running out Life is naught but a mayfly No time but now Yesterday, the only guarantee But for a mayfly, there is no yesterday And tomorrow is already out of the question Yesterday and tomorrow Mean nothing to the mayfly And so we live today Hummmmm Goes the heart of the mayfly Beating tirelessly, loving endlessly Each indiscernible thump Exuding the rich melody of life Until it stops And we return to dust But oh! How passionately our hearts did beat! Intoxicated by the pure joy of being How could we be wrenched away From the moments we shared The moments we called trivial and routine that We now romanticize The mayfly lives for five minutes The mayfly lives for the moment The man lives for 79 years The man lives for tomorrow Until there are no more tomorrows Until the cumulation of every unfulfilled dreams and desire Come crashing down like a great wave and We return to the dust The mayfly has no tomorrow The man needs not tomorrow Dwindling, spiraling, running out Life is naught but a mayfly

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Jul 27, 2020

Jul 27, 2020 at 11:59 PM UTC

sushiboy

Mayfly

Dwindling, spiraling, running out Life is naught but a mayfly No time but now Yesterday, the only guarantee But for a mayfly, there is no yesterday And tomorrow is already out of the question Yesterday and tomorrow Mean nothing to the mayfly And so we live today Hummmmm Goes the heart of the mayfly Beating tirelessly, loving endlessly Each indiscernible thump Exuding the rich melody of life Until it stops And we return to dust But oh! How passionately our hearts did beat! Intoxicated by the pure joy of being How could we be wrenched away From the moments we shared The moments we called trivial and routine that We now romanticize The mayfly lives for five minutes The mayfly lives for the moment The man lives for 79 years The man lives for tomorrow Until there are no more tomorrows Until the cumulation of every unfulfilled dreams and desire Come crashing down like a great wave and We return to the dust The mayfly has no tomorrow The man needs not tomorrow Dwindling, spiraling, running out Life is naught but a mayfly

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I am prancing around this empty room, desperately trying to find something to love About me, about this human who’s standing in front of the mirror staring at me She’s no fun, she’s a heap of bore and a cumulation of disorders – I hope you know where I’m getting at – At first life revolved around food and weight; Who knew self-hatred and voluntary self-mutilation were included in the package too? Gone were the days where I sat alone crying at night over the extra piece of bread I ate for dinner Gone too were the days I stuffed myself with laxatives and cut myself with blades like a sinner However, not gone you are. You lifted me up when I was down yet pushed me down when I was up. I can’t decide if you are an angel in disguise of a devil or a devil in disguise of an angel but I know as of right now it is hard for me to let go of you…of me. Because a part of me is no longer you, I am no longer an entity of my own – I am you.

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Aug 8, 2015

Aug 8, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC

mirasdfghjkl

In reality I die, in denial I live. In health I die and in sickness I live II

I am prancing around this empty room, desperately trying to find something to love About me, about this human who’s standing in front of the mirror staring at me She’s no fun, she’s a heap of bore and a cumulation of disorders – I hope you know where I’m getting at – At first life revolved around food and weight; Who knew self-hatred and voluntary self-mutilation were included in the package too? Gone were the days where I sat alone crying at night over the extra piece of bread I ate for dinner Gone too were the days I stuffed myself with laxatives and cut myself with blades like a sinner However, not gone you are. You lifted me up when I was down yet pushed me down when I was up. I can’t decide if you are an angel in disguise of a devil or a devil in disguise of an angel but I know as of right now it is hard for me to let go of you…of me. Because a part of me is no longer you, I am no longer an entity of my own – I am you.

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