"existince" poems
intricate little robots
running around filling the void of existince
selling your souls away
buying into the next big thing
no matter the price
you take over like little ants
slowly marching over the land
The owl is waiting
to swoop and catch you
while you sit around and wait
your like bait
sitting on the hook
for every fish to fall onto
your tangeled
lost
I wish the world was one
where unity strived
but we all have learned just to fall into the trend of society
being just another number in this forsaken wasteland
but the sun bleeds for us every day
purple
yellow
orange and reds
and this is one thing that we can still hold
in your calaysed hands
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 8:04 AM UTC