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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Four Short Poems for the Apocalypse Poem #1 – “Reality Bites” Feeling so hopeless. Feeling the loss somewhere inside. I can feel it, but I don’t know quite where. Reality bites. Feeling so awkward and sad. I knew it was bound to happen. But still, I can’t get it out of my mind. The last time I saw her, There in that stuffy smelly room, She was shooing the demons away. It is true. The gods make those who are about to die As mad as gadflies Without blood to suck. Reality bites. Feeling so empty. Feeling the loss somewhere inside. I thanked the stars the night she died. Poem #2 – “Part Biscuit Part Bone” I shiver when I think about it. Getting’ up at four in the morning to walk six miles. There is only one fool who would do such a thing. My brain is sometimes cracked like my sidewalk. It must be part biscuit, part bone. But when I walk in the darkness The entire world is mine. I am the only one alive And I salute the ghosts in the shadows. They want my soul And I want their ethereal essences. I shiver when I think about it. Maybe death is like a walk at four. There is only one fool who would think that. It must be part biscuit, part bone. Poem #3 – “Baked Babylon” Squeezing the forceps, handlessly Like a pair of tweezers with no grip. I groan and suffer alone. Like Grover Cleveland back in 1892 When his cancerous jaw was dug into By mustached doctors wearing pink carnations, Digging and gouging and tugging Like some gravedigger looking for soft earth. Baked Babylon is my grease. Let it smoke and oilize. I want death for myself, no one else. One billion children do not deserve the incineration. Poem #4 – “Why Am I Thinking?” Why am I thinking? Is it because I stink? Is it because I’m stuck breathing? Why am I dying? Is it because life is a game with no winners? Is it because I seek pleasure in a world of pain? Why am I crying? is it because life is so futile? Is it because death is the best part? Why am I thinking? Is it because I can’t help it? Can’t help stopping the inevitable? Oh death! You wait for me over there, Like a forlorn lover, Behind shaded curtains in the night.
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