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    dots Submission Name: not a poemdots

    Author: Myopic
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    dotsnot a poemdots

    people have the potential
    without something
    to be
    beautiful, adapting,
    is everything so close
    and so ungraspable.
    people live, love
    and have their fun,
    (albeit, sometimes it
    is ignorantly placed, with
    no questions to ask)
    people look at trees and fish
    and dogs and cats and
    skies and planets and clothes
    and hands and eyes and legs and
    chests and silks and metals and
    jewels and love
    every single part of it.


    yet, people
    cry and die and respond
    to horribly common and
    displaced things
    with utter crushing
    of will,
    they search for comfort and
    not finding it,
    they create something in themselves
    to go on
    and experience it again.
    creatures are slaughtered
    and diseased and tortured
    and displeased with, sometimes,
    the tiniest of things, not necessary to anybody's
    survival. we respond and go on,
    unknowing, moving without will, but with obligation to live.
    our hope is something to live for
    but to die for?

    that is for no one to know
    and everyone to find out.

    people can fly through space, drill through the earth
    topple buildings and cities and ecological civilizations that took
    millions of years to create
    with a single pushing of a very specially evolved index finger
    on a very specially evolved
    of a
    there is no where to go,
    no rant to write,
    no song to sing,
    no idea to have,
    nothing to be,
    we exist with absolutely no idea
    of any motive for us
    to be there
    and we somehow have
    the ability to make a reason.

    or just

    in spite of it all
    we exist -


    Submitted on 2007-08-14 06:41:51     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I see the "idea" concept. Of how we are all living around evolved "ideas" that make up almost everything we interact with. I would say to keep with it, it's a strong subject, and all that is needed now is to prove that we really have no reason, and that we really are just making them up.
    | Posted on 2007-08-14 00:00:00 | by Tr4nc3 | [ Reply to This ]

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