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A Typical Doomsday

Nothing but fire in the air.
Bird are fried, nothing natural existing.
Fun to swing on rusted swings.
The moist air, heat, misting.

People screaming in fear.
Buildings falling down.
People dying.
Oh no, no frown.

Everyday since the rapture*.
Nothing else to do.
Just watch TV, if any.
And be with you.

A typical doomsday.
My favorite of all days.
Weapons and horrow.
What a beautiful haze.

These are pretty good It's just too bad most people don't take the time to appreciate a poem

Seriously, TBG, keep up the good work! Not to be rude, but these are a lot better than your stories. Good job

Thank You

Thank you so much blablob.
It means a lot to me.
Without that,
I wouldn't be.

It's not everyday they do see the truth.
They don't see the beauty.
But you opened your eyes.
You see what's going through me.

Nothin' But Old Man Trouble

Nothin' but old man trouble. Always comin' to our door, ringing the bell and leavin' without a trace. No one knows it was him, but I have a shot.
Proof is what we needs to get. But how......? Maybe fingerprints.
Them fingerprints is gonna prove he's been doin' nothin' but trouble.
Old man trouble always gettin' into himself.
Nothin' but himself...
Old man trouble.........

Domino Poker Game

Let's play a domino poker game. One ace. Two aces. Who's got the three of spades?
A twelve. Let's play.
Round, trap, fold, in again.
Nothing's happening. Wait, let me switch.
There. Twelve, five of spades.
Another full house, two pairs.
Just connect them and........
There, now we can start our domino poker game.

Just Enough Is Too Much

No.
Yes.
What?

What is too much?
It's just enough.
So let's go for it. Enough much. Too just. Let's go.
Enough.

But just too much.
Yes.
No.

Deaf Communications

They can hear you talking. It's what they don't say that punctures your ears.
They talk and stand when you look.
Mouths moving. Nothing coming out.

They can't hear you, no one.
They only hear what isn't said, what is spoken isn't.
These people only know nothing so they can talk.

What they see is different then what we do.
They see nothing, we see something.
But do we hear them?
Do we actually hear them?

Let's let our dreams figure themselves out before we do.

Lead Blood

Oh my blood, dripping down.
My sight draining as I go on.
Can't do anything, can't stand, talk, see, nothing.
I might as well be gone....

Being poisoned was bad.
But dying slowly, pure torture.....
My life was good, or was it?
I'm neither confused nor sure.

Lead, you devil in a tree.
Taking lives as we live.
Mostly the youth.....
Making them sick.

But now it's time.
I see the light.
My angels have given me wings.
I have taken flight..

I know i wrote in this
I wrote in your topic
Please have murcy
but bleeding no
poisended no
But who did this who

I'm not good at this ryhme thing

It's okay.
You tried.

An Old Future

An old future.
Stares you down, everyone.
One by two by three.
You're the last one.

The new past,
Rethink our forfather's doings.
Nothing new to predict.
Just the old "new things".

What twas to be our future,
Spoiled by fate.
Everything we know...
Slamming against the white-painted gate.

Doomed to know how we work,
To how we interact.
This cruel person, demon, the Devil.
Makes it look like an act.

But one shall rise,
Two then all.
Take power over our vision.
Make the old future fall.