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    dots Submission Name: human conditiondots
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    Author: lauren hamill
    ASL Info:    24/f/can't say really.
    Elite Ratio:    3.51 - 52/30/14
    Words: 354
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 712
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 2346



    Description:
       i hope this doesn't sound "preachy" or "superior", because that is not the intention with which it was written. just about life and, well...stuff. :)


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    dotshuman conditiondots
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    Oh the human condition.
    Such love, heartbreak
    Let-it-be-over-for-fucking-sake,
    I deserve this,
    I fucking worked for that,
    I should be sitting right here,
    This should all be in my lap.

    Entitlement! From the
    Day we are all born.
    Happiness, love
    Isnít that what we are
    Fucking living for?
    We are deserving, we come
    With open palms
    But our arms are too short and
    Narrow to fit around another.

    I donít get it. Where
    Was I when these promises
    Were made? Emptiness
    Fills all of us so deep, yet we
    Will deny it to our graves.
    ďLove one anotherÖwe are all
    Sisters and BrothersĒ crap!
    Weíre all after that last
    Piece of cake. Fighting just to
    Live another fucking day.

    Hoping, we will hold hope
    In our hands. One day, one day
    Iíll be there. Iíll make it to
    Wherever-the-fuck-Iím going
    To. Because thatís the thing,
    You see, the thing we donít all get.
    Once weíre fucking there, we wonít
    Be over It. It will haunt us,
    ďWhat there isnít more?Ē weíll
    say. What did you want a fucking
    trophy at your damn door?
    Congratulations maam, you passed
    The test. You lived your life,
    You did your best. Here you go,
    Congratulations you are now at
    Deathís Door.

    What do we want, a sonnet-tribute
    To us? It will never be enough,
    We will always want more.
    But, my friends,
    Letís not look far ahead,
    Lets stay right here,
    Right now. Isnít this what
    It should be about.
    Iím fucking broke, not a dime
    To my name, Iím a student, artist,
    Starving all the same. But, realization
    Has hit me strong on the head,
    I have nothing to show, nothing
    To live for, but myself,
    And yet, happiness been bestowed
    Upon me, tucked up
    In my bed, one night while I was
    Sleeping. As my life seemingly,
    Fell apartóall my plans as good as
    Dust, something else happened,
    While I was too busy feeling sorry for
    Myself. My life was being lived,
    I was living, truthfully for life
    And nothing else




    Submitted on 2006-11-24 01:00:49     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      Awesome. I love the fact that you realise the cellophane fairytales that people tend to "belive" in, like the "love one another,.... we are all brothers and sisters" part. That IS a bunch of crap. If people would just realize and accept their own natural selfishness, and need for self advancement, they could drop the "love all'' facade, and generate genuine kindness to those who deserve it. Nice poem girl. Bravo!
    | Posted on 2006-12-06 00:00:00 | by Ratmeat | [ Reply to This ]
      I agree with the other two and I am defintely adding this to my favorites.
    | Posted on 2006-12-01 00:00:00 | by Venia | [ Reply to This ]
      really good... i like it a lot and the flow is perfect... definitely adding it to my favorites
    Katana
    | Posted on 2006-11-30 00:00:00 | by Katana Ryoko | [ Reply to This ]
      Amen. we never have enough. why cant we all just shut the [censored] up and live? why do we tear others down to build ourselves up? why do we grap for that "last piece of cake" when we're already stuffed? we're all human. and sadly, that isnt going to change. i liked the format. really choppy and it really worked for the poem. keep it coming.

    i tip my hat and bid thee farewell.
    | Posted on 2006-11-24 00:00:00 | by PoeticNonsense | [ Reply to This ]


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