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"detruction" poems
what is life but want a line that embodies a whisper fine as a strand of silk, just as fragile we crush, we stamp we wreak detruction but we also think we love and we cherish but is love love when you want more more till they break till they hate till its over what is enough love we spoil by demanding more eager to feed our rapacious mouths and our craving minds always greedy, begging for more insatiable more merely for us what we get slips between the cracks falling below our flaws so that we are hindered, caged, by our own souls and when this is devoured we justify searching for more desiring the exceptional life oozes opportunity it pours like the rain, drips like condensation and yet we stand mouths gaping open, hands grabbing how long will we stand before grasping a hand, an opportunity, a mouthful how long, how long do we stay yearning our cold lives will never be full our voracious bodies can never be blessed by satisfaction we want to know we want to love love the one love life love ourselves what we really long for is time a clock strikes the revalation that we possessed the world weighs heavy hanging precipitously but it is not to be shaken off it is a chain a prison forged of gluttonous greed, regrattable malancholy, gloom what is this life but want and who should care for your bleeding, your suffering, your tears but those of whom you demanded the world they were the world now ravaged irreparably by our want and now we sit, wanting for all of time until the end humanity is hated by humanity -k.g.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
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want
what is life but want a line that embodies a whisper fine as a strand of silk, just as fragile we crush, we stamp we wreak detruction but we also think we love and we cherish but is love love when you want more more till they break till they hate till its over what is enough love we spoil by demanding more eager to feed our rapacious mouths and our craving minds always greedy, begging for more insatiable more merely for us what we get slips between the cracks falling below our flaws so that we are hindered, caged, by our own souls and when this is devoured we justify searching for more desiring the exceptional life oozes opportunity it pours like the rain, drips like condensation and yet we stand mouths gaping open, hands grabbing how long will we stand before grasping a hand, an opportunity, a mouthful how long, how long do we stay yearning our cold lives will never be full our voracious bodies can never be blessed by satisfaction we want to know we want to love love the one love life love ourselves what we really long for is time a clock strikes the revalation that we possessed the world weighs heavy hanging precipitously but it is not to be shaken off it is a chain a prison forged of gluttonous greed, regrattable malancholy, gloom what is this life but want and who should care for your bleeding, your suffering, your tears but those of whom you demanded the world they were the world now ravaged irreparably by our want and now we sit, wanting for all of time until the end humanity is hated by humanity -k.g.
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