A Random WorldA Poem by LivingDeathI thought about the world itself, and how it makes no sense at all. Government makes no sense, people make no sense, nothing makes sense anymore. So this poem is like the world, it doesn't make sense.The sound of raindrops hit the moon as birlds fly underground. An apple grows from the sky above where an old man stands around. Roided squirrels run in circles bulky as a cow. Where here is there and up is down no one knows really how. The mason jars stay true holding the glowing stars of our human hearts. No one knows the meaning of uncertainty the word that tears our mind apart. The look of madness in the rotted rock shine on the withered moon. A stalled old car lingers above the air blowing with a harmonic tune. © 2010 LivingDeathReviews
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16 Reviews Added on December 4, 2009 Last Updated on May 27, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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