(09-03-2011, 07:06 AM)Oceania Wrote: i got a migraine the size of mercury
nothing to temper this fury
meteors that strike the ground
little heads spin around
molten rivers that flow within
flow to the surface, break my skin
and i wait for the day my little surface peeps
stop acting like such little creeps
and this fury of mine can calm down and cool
humanity will stop being such. a. tool.
the sun and moon will make friends again
my little ponies will spread the zen
all will be fine
by the end of time
Very beautiful, Oceania. I meant the poem
Really very nice.
It takes eons for perfection,
but less than seconds for destruction.
In the middle of this cosmic paradox,
we ornate our private creations.
Fate and free will,
confuse me with their capricious peril.
But love and trust,
keep me from dying from thirst.
Gratitude and giving,
all make life worth living.
Otherwise in this cosmic drama,
I feel like one in a unshakable coma.
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