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Poetry By: firephoenix

a poem about life and how much it suck sometimes, it makes you want to commit crimes, a dormant volcano rising...

Submitted:Sep 11, 2011    Reads: 8    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

plastic cards for plastic dreams

synthetic memories play uploaded scenes

the soul survivor is non the wiser

a duality of awake and sleep

rush hour through emotions sleet

an active fire within dormant gyser

numbers become negative

malnourishment with no preventative

a performer plummets while panhandlers profit

a silent tear cracks the surface

claymations human purchased

judged soley by its digits

where does a world run left with no decisions

with the lack of love or any of lifes provisions.


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