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Robots Return To Scrap
Robots return to scrap
Where are we going?
Routine work.
Lost in 1,000 stars -
One more for exiles
Hate is deserted.
My heart is a nuclear winter,
no longer a child.
Fibers of my heart
disappear like brand new light
on 3PM Sunday.
German’s protest to barbarians
for giggles
The sole cause of tremble.
Thank you Orion
Get out while you can still save time.
Every time she gets out of jail,
there’s a new story to tell.
Not ugly, Not beautiful
Mythological creatures
I don’t even pretend to be myself.
Respond well to Japanese sun bears
Looking up at truth
to end on fiction.
That’s your last line
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Comments
KittenNeko Says:
It?s ether I don?t understand or it's a riddle
What are you trying to say?
Cause one part of me is saying "that?s such a pretty poem"
But the other is on the floor twitching foaming out of the mouth from all the confusion.
KittenNeko Says:
*twich twich*wow i feel stupid and the same time still confuse
usally in theses moments i would punch a wall untill i start bleeding or go out side and screem fire
but insted im going to sleep
*spins to the sofa and eat mashmellows then pass out*
curlyalien Says:
I like it, though your poem sounds a bit negative. Somehow it's fun to read these things
Maiamay8 Says:
Mm. I still like it. I love when writing exercises turn out so wonderfully, or experiments.
Nice job!