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Who Said?

Contributed by Inevitable on Tuesday, 9th June 2009 @ 06:53:31 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Who said I could be beautiful
when all I see is damage?
Who said I need to work
so that society can continue to fail?
Everybody wants to be told what to do
Who to be, how to act.
Men want to stare, to think disgusting thoughts
They want to take away what they can
Savages.
Should I starve although I am hungry
Will my eyes open wide?
I have green leaf dollar bills
and I buy my way into nothingness.

The sunlight pours down on me
become one, fire to fire
hour by hour
over and over again
We run on drugs
Coffee, cigarettes
Stimulation stimulate me
Pill, rail, drop, swallow, inhale
eat, drink, absorb
The skin is just holes
that take life in.

Copyright © Inevitable ... [ 2009-06-09 18:53:31]
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Re: Who Said? (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 10th June 2009 @ 07:42:23 AM AEST
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very true. we absorb the vacuum, we become the vacuum. i should probably intelligently elaborate on that, but i can't. Life is just a deep hole. all we do is dig, dig dig, never taking the time to look up and see the blazing sun. our only destination is darkness.

a thoughtful, insightful write.

-Phil

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