same old same boringit’s so not enough for usexperience more
With a tight grip on the flashlight, I pushed open the door. The creaking would unhinge even the strongest of thrill-seekers. Stepping inside the room, every hair on my head stood at attention, my breathing stilled to small, rapid intakes of air. I was afraid. While my ears and eyes were laser-focused on the creepy surroundings, the nauseating stench of rot filled my nostrils.
I lost my ability to remain calm as the light beam revealed mountains of hacked-up bodies; blood trails everywhere.
“You’re next,” whispered the voice behind me.
I could only gurgle as the knife sliced my throat.
nature seems to experience acceptance
far greater than the average human
the cards they are dealt just are
no rebuttal or strain
calm and peace
acknowledged and lived
just like strife and undue unrest
it’s the ebb and flow of life
can humanity just realize that too
go with the flow
get there without interruption
their brain cells just chillin’
is it really too much to ask
Excellent take on the current climate issues. Mother Nature will win.
I’ve lived through plagues
Seen my fair share of crusades
I’m Old School comrades
I’ve seen ice ages come and go
Friend to mammoth and eskimo
I’m Old School bro
I saw the dinosaurs have their day
Until a meteor paved their way
I’m Old School compadre
I saw a land without fire
Without man’s desire
I’m Old School squire
I stood by in the time of the witch
Before humanity flipped the first switch
I’m Old School bitch
I knew the price before money
I recall the primordial ooze being runny
I’m Old School honey
I’ve seen what humans can create
And how it’s lead to the current state
I’m Old School mate
Like all before, I will survive your rule
I’m the earth, I’m nobodies fool
I’m forever, I’m Old School
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protestors up in arms fighting the good fight
light and air pollution
large garbage patches dotting our oceans
space debris circulating mother earth
astronauts soaring above looking down
witnessing it all, seeing clearly
most of the people residing here
lacking demonstrable empathy
the inhabitants shortsighting their future
i say let it burn
go further into destruction
finish the job
mother will heal when we are gone
The great escape, whatever shape or form it takes.
Some day soon I will take the high road
The blue sky will be my cover
Ripped and torn green valleys below
Filled with whitethorn and birdsong
I can see those below in daily toil
Follow the path, neither left nor right
Walking straight into the far horizon
In thin air, in view of the waiting life
Living in promises and the past denied
Brought here seeking to meet the sky
Leaving their life behind in the past
Within the net they have always cast
you sad petty man
no wonder you are single
new duet in your face
self-doubt oozes over
and down me
weighing me down
and self-defeating tactic
hiding from everyone
staying stuck in myself
i remain unable to thrive
I’m reaching out, engaging and scrutinizing;
skimming through to see you.
Holding you intently, purposefully and committed.
You seemed an open book.
The audio version of your story mesmerizing, your truth so bold.
Then I went beyond your notes and found blank pages.
They told a different story.
You ring hollow.
There’s nothing there.
I have to put this book down.
The efforts made to unravel the mystery, and
the chances taken diving right in brought me no pleasure.
I learned nothing.
Maybe another blank page can read you properly.
I won’t waste my time on an empty binding.
When I’m ready to read again, I’m sure
I’ll find a better book to discover.
There are just no more words. This piece is so raw with frustration, a rage that hasn’t an outlet. I was planning on posting this today anyway, but damn, seems like it is right on time.
She no longer recalls or feels
Freedom is not a concept
The curve of her back is wired
with filament and straw fills
the space that held a heart
Constructed for crows her limbs
are stripped of flesh
her pupils fixed in the dark.
Her lips are strung with suffering
she no longer speaks because
there are no words that
cut deep enough.