We all run panickedly
Through fast forward movies
Earthquakes rumbling
Swallowing up ideas
Concocting chaos
Hurricanes Hurling
Heaps of crumpled commitment
Crusted in wasted possibilities
What could, what will never be
We're all Expecting to get somewhere
Our locations may Change
But who we really are, doesn't
No... Some parts shift
Some parts grow
Yet essentially
We are who we are
Each unique essence
Unable to assess
Capable of such care
Capable of such cruelty
Truly Understanding Points of view
Improbable no, impossible
Each sound a slightly different frequency
Falling upon ruptured eardrums
We are human
An infestation
Bleeding grey out of color
Brandishing our
Manipulation machetes
Hacking out parts
That confuse
That displease
Dumping queries, enigmas
In Volcano chambers
Bubbling, broiling thick Magma
"Cleansing" our undisclosed questions
"Trying" to place reason
Where coincidences line up.
(I don't know about this one please comment on what you think)
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Gruesome veracity poetry
PoesieThe people who struggle the most wear the most elaborate masks. These poems uncover dark truths of the world through my perspective
