"enevitable" poems
Sorrow
Sorrows...drown me deep in this pain.
Sorrows of a dying world that has nothing left to gain.
Sorrows.
I can hear the groans and shaky tears. Echoing in this silence.
Washed over, over the years.
Blurred lines, slurred speech.
Sorrow... Becomes enevitable.
This kind, its true.
The kind that intoxicates the souls of many of our youth.
This sorrow,
Is the saddest song I will ever come to know. For this sorrow is the kind that hinders us, so that we may never experience growth.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
Take in the moments that make you smile remember them for awhile,
because the moments that make you cry are right around the bend,
they’re enevitable in the end
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
Im so sick of this ideology, the notion that earth is just a gift to us humans. That we can trod and trample and destroy the only thing willing to put up with our **** and give us the oxygen we need to live. Humanity is a sickness. Animal testing is a disgrace. HUMAN TESTING IS ENEVITABLE. let's take all the drug addicts and murderers in prison for life living on free food and cable and subject them to hours of radiation and harsh chemicals, then maybe something will get accomplished. Putting makeup on a bunny rabbit who shares less than 75% of our genetic data then saying its ******* safe for humans will never work. STOP
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
Absolute Power
Corrupts Absolutely
I welcome such a fate
In impatience I ponder
How will I be transformed
Shall flesh turn stone
Mirroring an enevitable
Eternity, coarse and rigid
Rough around the edges
Perhaps roseblood waves
Rising tide, tidaling tsunamis
Drowning, the heart and Soul
Overtaken by the Undertow
Maybe the mind will go
Cold, sending chilling death
To the warmth of humanity
Leaving a frostbitten hatred
But I know it to be fire
Ignited by ignorance, this
Truth, shall consume the body
Burning eternal in dark flames
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
i love you so much
i know that
if anything happened
if you told me, you no longer loved me
or you couldnt be with me
it would **** me
i know that is pathetic
and now that i know
if you hurt me, it'll **** me
and i think you know that too
is this just a
elongated form
of suicide?
is it enevitable that you'll fall out of love
and **** me?
yet i don't want to do anything
about it
i know you could
**** me
but you haven't yet
you're my suicide
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
"Dad, why'd grandma leave?
Dad:
"She died son..."
"We all die some day"
(Son starts to cry)
Dad:
"Don't be scared of death"
Son:
"I'm not scared to die dad...
I'm scared of living
After you do...."
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
It feels like a waiting game,
there is just,
nothing,
we are all born with a noose around our neck,
the rope woven with exaustion and the monotonous blanket that engulfed us after turning twenty five,
it's pulling us closer to the enevitable - that
nothing,
we are benevolant in it's arms!
What are we doing here?
what are we achieving?
What is the point!
the sheer unimportance of us as a person,
is omnipresent in my mind and i can't cope.
Why do we compete like this to survive,
to fill ourseleves with pretty trials and challenges,
why do we love when it will only lead to heart break?
Why do we awaken when we will only sleep again?
Why do we live just to put off the
nothing.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC