subliminal.
the call of flesh.
the means into it.
the craving for.
i'm an open casket at a funeral that never ends.
all i dream of is dirt.
it's smothering me.
life's an infomercial.
telling people what to need.
and then selling it to them.
gadgets that don't ever work the way they're supposed to. satisfaction promised, but not guaranteed.
executables.
we are happening.
bit by bit.
to each other.
we happen.
testing the dark corners of memory.
physical and theoretical.
running.
loud and manic with scissors in our hands.
burning.
because burning makes it permanent.
and moments are so delicate.
intangible.
easily corrupted.
what once was viable lost.
lost because we are.
want to be.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a pretty deep poem. Very true as well. You have an interesting style. Unique. That's always a good thing. Good job. I'll have to read more when I have the time.
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aww. that is another great poem.
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