Plastered eyes viewing the world
Wishing up the rules
Forward march into the trees
Nothing is found in the city of steel
Nothing is here
Only hollow skeletons of the day’s past
Scrapping plaster from our eyes we see now
Just how pointless our babble is
Just how fake our money can be
Paper shredders are rusted
Matches will do the trick
We see the towering monsters for what they are
Matted grass forms trodden dirt
Mud calloused in crevices that once told us apart
Dreads on our heads and young on our backs
Clothes only clinging to the vitals
All else shredded
All else lost
Mirrors are not welcome to those who wish to forget
And so the once civilized people sink back into the adaptation
Some call evolution
Some think a bang
All looks to creation
When they find themselves bewildered
Stumbling upon the vines
Twisting and curving up
Steel beasts
These people once called homes
They flee at their sight
Spears in hands
A contest entry
- Give Me Your Feelings...on the Human Race by stuckinabottle.
525 points, ended June 22, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Doomed to happen
Comments
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oh sorry i forgot!
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i like it!
It is very good. love the last two lines very powerful and very good! i love the formatting of this also! it is very fit for the content of the poem!
love the line "only hollow skeletons of the day's past"...it's very good and lovely use of symbolism....
the title is excellent and it is appropriate for the remainder of the poem!
thank you so much for entering the contest!
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thanks for reading...btw love your icon pic
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no problem! and thank you!
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