5/30/2020 1 Comment Poems on DestructionIce cream and rednecks.
The floors covered in dollar bills-- smiles all over the ceiling. They drowned in their own happiness, and now their city is empty. In rapture, they felt nothing. They’d hoped it would be more dramatic... but they went quietly, and now they are but dusty memories on the shelves of their old houses and hotels. Animals own their cities. Slaves to their own memories, the key to their own undoing, and now it is only regret, that governs their sorrowful world.
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8/6/2020 04:15:22 am
This poem literally made me cry. I mean, the destruction that is happening all over the world just makes me want to cry. I think that it is important that we convey that to those who can do something about it. This poem is one of the things that triggered it for me. I hope that I can do something to change it, I mean, ever through the little things, I still believe that I can make a difference in this world.
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