Downward to Heaven

Slipping, falling away, incognated....
These are the things that rule my life
For my own anarchy cannot strife
Taken away from my own will
Forcing me to drink a pill
And with every other passing day
Wishing i didnt have to stay
In this horrid exuse for existence
Called life and all of its resistence
Mourning all the damn time
Cannot possibly be a crime
Shut your mouth and open your eyes
Here all of the earths cry's
We as a whole must come to realize
That objects mean nothing
Whats a turkey without stuffing
WE are part of the same human
Spread throughout the earth
As long as we cant see that
There will be no rebirth.....
Humanity is failing......


:Lamp-Shade

jesus christ mr. I hate poems and im gonna bitch and wine untill something becomes my vision. READ THE POEM

In my opinion, he was telling me that turkey without stuffing is a turkey, when the turkey is a resemblence of any "thing". That phrase is similar to "What is a person without a mind" or "What is a twinky without the cream filling". the "Bitch and complain until something becomes my vision" part of my post meant that he wanted to change the poem into something that he would find more sutable. Please feel free to post poems in this thread.