

Macbeth SonnetA Macbeth telling of modern economics from the point-of-view of an economist after the crash looking back to find out what went wrong.Macbeth Sonnet
From smouldering apocalyptic ash, Mourns a new day short progress and flood, Victims sinking down the black, empty past, Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood?
This stain, this incrimination: my hands, Ambition teaches a slow-learn’d lesson, Progress drove us to ravage fragile land, Opportunities seemed to have no end.
Inevitably, this day, this horror, Wear a heart so white, cast out brief candle, Regrets, stepp’d


UntitledSound the alarm. The children are on their way in. Heaven forbid we should live in any state other than constant fear of each other. fear of nature. fear of the unknown. Fear. Scream it. Sing it. Like it. Breathe it. Fear. Fear drought. Fear famine. Fear war. Fear God. Fear not being absolutely perfect. Any imperfection is flaw, and nothing more. Fear diversity. Fear trying something you’ve never tried before. Fear doing something no one’s done befUntitled


Death Clock.Death ClockDeath Clock.
Once, a very long time ago, there was a city that had in its possession a Death Clock. Now, if the name hasn’t spelled it out for you yet, a Death Clock is, itself, a very queer contraption. It has a series of hands that rotate the clock face in the same fashion a traditional clock does. However, this death clock is not limited to the standard three hands of a traditional clock. The smallest of the hands that rotate the clock’s face measure a second’s span, the next a minute’s. Subsequently, the next covers hours’ and then days’. However, i


Lung FoundryLung Foundry -A poem written in response to: To Da-Duh, In MemoriamLung Foundry
An mountain surrenders,
To a city’s Skyline. In the distance, an archaic grandmother keels over. She is dead. And why shouldn’t she be? She is a thing of the past,
A false memory. She could not adapt and as a result,
Grew inefficient. Excess: Another mouth to feed. Save the children.
But overlook what’s already forgotten. She is dead. She is dead. And we are not. &nb


MCXIMeasuring distance in songs A million leagues away Someone to read your poetry just holding hands, you do such a good job.MCXI
Clock strikes Stars fall Quiet now We wont get caught
Remember our song Don't forget to sing along Remember that song Don't forget that day
Lilacs in your pockets Holding hearts on scraps of paper Three words uttered in the moment...
I caught it.


Lovei love youLove
i love you
i cant say it enough
its like a disease of the heart
i just keep choking it out
i love you
i wanna yell it
scream it
cry it tell it
i wanna smash it
broadcast it
and throw it off the highest building
along with myself
cause i know id land safely
cause im walkin on air
cause i love you
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I'VE GOT A JAR OF DIRT, I'VE GOT A JAR OF DIRT, AND GUESS WHATS INSIDE IT!!!!!!!!
i had that stuck in my head, so i decided to tell you.
oh, and i love you.
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artfag
~Bunnie-Dolly
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i write. this is what i want.
and sometimes i write lyrics for boy bands.
Miss yah dude... You're cool.
*points* You take good care o Bunnie-chan, ya hear?
Anywho... *peace sign* Toodles!
<3
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artfag
~Bunnie-Dolly
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artfag
~Bunnie-Dolly
*happy dance*
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heyjude
~killing-joshua-paris
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