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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Frozen waters sit above the embittered pavement, soft, stagnant, poisoned by our days of unrest. Soft jets of steam rise up from forgotten holes that lead from lost sewers into the dying streets. Somewhere beyond there lies a faint resigned scream, and the hurried scrambling of a desperate hastily escaping killer. they talked of this before in the papers but we never gave a damn. Your feet grow tired on this crowded succumbing land where we fight for scraps of food. Our hearts grow weary, and with each passing day they shudder at the sound of predator human nature growing closer to us still. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This is really good!!! I found myself holding my breath as I read it. |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
A very haunting write.. it kinda makes me think of what could happen to us if we have a large scale attack. All the chaos and destruction... I like the structure as well.. although it's sort of like free-form, it is well constructed. Peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you.--Jesus Christ |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Yikes... I don't know how you do it, Frac, but somehow you always manage to give me goosebumps.  Yes, this is bleak, ominous... just frightening. I love your choice of title, as I love your use of language and the overall formatting of this poem. You did a masterful job of this, my friend... keep up the quality work. I'll keep reading.  Parasite "Faith" means the will to avoid knowing what is true. |
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PoetryIsLife
since 2001-10-27
Posts 1763...in my boxers... |
"sound of predator human nature growing closer to us still." Damm good, my bond fractal man. Damn good! Those last two lines... if you've ever read any of my work, I tend to write about human nature a lot, because I find it quite fascinating. This poem hit a tone with me, and I must say, I was duly (right word? or use?) impressed. The meter wasn't as flowing as one might expect, but, personally, I think it was best for this piece.  ~Titus  "On the plains of Hesitation lie the blackend bones of countless millions, who, at the verge of victory, sat down to wait, and waiting - died." |
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