DestruirA Story by j.l. lunaWords dripping in a promise that is quickly slipping into a chemical sleep induced by nocturnal synchrony Lascivious intentions halted by a lack of socialized conventions Death defines our miracles Mortality gives us a sense of things coming full circle But we will waste more than we will embrace And here we are sitting inside broken clocks The doors are all open because we destroyed the locks Time is a concept we created so that this can mean something more than the breath on our lips Learn to adore the simplicity or lose what makes up you entirely I have no sympathy for those that lack empathy You might be human You might be machine But either way it isn’t comforting
Destruction is merely creation’s equal. © 2014 j.l. luna
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Added on November 10, 2014 Last Updated on November 10, 2014 Authorj.l. lunalos angeles, CAAboutAge 27, eternally a little punk rock kid. I spend most of my time reading, writing, listening to music and learning. Poetry is my specialty but I am lingering in the realm of short story and novel .. more..Writing
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