writings via a botherd canine (aka: my poems :3)

[chealsea lupawn]

all my stuff is untitled and in a free meeter. and is a little shaky at times but here's what i have


Innocence lost to gravity
the situation in longevity
A utopia lost to the imagenary
Dystopia looms in grotesque solidarity
Is it a constant?
Is it a variable?
Is it avoidable?
can it be changed?
rearranged?
resolved?
reconsolidated?
decharged?
unarmed?
unscarred?
are we too far?
too perverted?
too exerted?
to be converted?
Is there hope?
can we survive?
strive?
and thrive?
in a new culture more civilized?



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Awareness it's self is a psycosis
false truths brought up in overwhelming doses
and the media is the feeder
and the public are the bleeders
and the truth be less then meager
a message
silent
often ignored

LIES!
the entirety of it all are lies!
so the rich can laugh so the poor can cry
all in the belif in the material
in the shalowness they are jovial
But that is not so
It's not what you have
but it's who you know.

[serpington]

not bad. some parts didn't make alot of scence but that might just be me. good luck, from one writer to another.

[chealsea lupawn]

thank you and i'd be happy to explain what your confused about ^^