Mindless chatter
unnecassary things
the whirlwind of culture
simply death on the wing
Dead-eyed people
walking without seeing
grasp the refuse of life
from righteousness fleeing.
Numbly we continue
down this path of doom.
We speak of the joy
and the light of the gloom.
Never knowing we are living
a fate worse than death
we befriend the grim reaper
and we smile as he steals our breath.
Author notes
#3 - eyes
A contest entry
- quote prompt with a twist by Midnite wolf.
770 points, ended June 2, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I got 3 Options can you turn them into what i want to read by Theory Of The Lost.
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Comments
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i really really liked this write, it was brilliant from the prompt given, great write, thanks for entering
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This is good. I think I tried to write for that prompt and sucked. I admire anyone who can. LOL. Great work
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that's really good!
I loved the style of that poem! The message you were conveying was spectacular! It is very true!
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Beautiful. This is so unqiue and so creative. I really like what you did with the prompt. Thanks for entering.
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your prompt is - the living are just the dead on holiday,
have fun n good luck
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