venting

random boredom venting poem.

Faces passing by in an airport

not people just faces places

rushing past

now made with autopilot

lives in waste

talents erased

time stagnates then flakes off

fungi taking day through sitcoms

in the morning you turn you key but the engine doesn't turn

flames burn

out but stars fade away

Zombies walk the streets

Just don't kill everyone they meet

There's a cure a cure for gay

In society we are washed

Put inside the box

Diseases eat out countries

Like flies eat out cows

The worlds burnt down to the ground

But flowers in the soil is to be found

Author's Note

It was just a random thing

Reviews

[The Mad Prophet]

It was still good, and the random ones are more focused at times. You right with emotion, not logic, that is why it flows. Great job.

[Dorchadas]

This is so beautiful I love the imagery you've created ~smiles~ It's such an intense portrayal of dissillusion.
I can connect with this piece but I'm not sure if our reasons are the same...
I often watch people... especially if I'm sitting on a bus... waiting for it start... I look out the windows and watch them going by... sometimes it all seems so surreal... like it's not happening... like they're not real... like I'm not real... I wonder what goes on in their heads... what it's all about... if there's any point.
Maybe I'm just crazy... Lol