Monday, February 28, 2011


Inspiration: The world can make us feel like we're not apart of the earth
Word: Pointless

I move like a train,
always passing
weaving in and and out
and through
and down
but I am never seen
nor caught
I live like dust
My feet turn to the familiar sound of a heartbeat
and I groove down blood streams
of growing children
I breathe like air
I leach onto your mind hoping you will absorb all that is left of me
you don't
instead I'm left dreadfully dangling between a heap of longing
and want
I want you,
I am nothing at all
no true importance
or actual relevance
nothing to you
I am pointless

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