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Dare I even call this poetry? It's from the soul and the spirit. My cold heart is finished. Life's not infinite, but I'm still in it to win it.

Submitted: August 10, 2012

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Submitted: August 10, 2012



I could show the deepest love but it's constantly being shattered,

And I continue ranting as if it even fuckin matters.

Pessimistic thought patterns make me even sadder,

So I disappear for years to the rings that fashion Saturn.

I observe the universe with telescopes and magnets,

And bring the data back to those who'll never understand it.

They believe I thrive on sleep and fairy tales and magic.

It shouldn't be that honesty is why my life is tragic.


Planet's organics trashed by planet's organics.

Titanic disasters by the architects that planned it.

The habits established keep your mind off the havoc.

And the magic trick hatters keep us clapping for rabbits.

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