11-06-2013, 03:18 AM
Edit 2
The lights went out.
No one ever told us why;
no official explanation on the television.
Radios became a hollow shell of hope
Devastating our mental barricades.
Cement skeletons with glass for skin
was a new skyline, as we looked on
in our state of the art slums.
Life was different.
People broke down like used cars.
Moral codes became subjective
as our world was held captive.
The past holds no relevance.
The future holds no realism.
When I look up at the sky,
I don't see our stars.
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Edit 1
The lights went out.
No one ever told us why;
no official explanation on the television.
Radios became a hollow shell of hope
Devastating our mental barricades.
People broke down like cars.
Moral codes became subjective
as our world was held captive.
I looked to the sky,
and I didn't see our stars.
Life was different.
Cement skeletons with glass for skin
was a new skyline, as we looked on
in our state of the art slums.
The past holds no relevance.
The future holds no realism.
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(original)
The lights went out.
No one ever told us why;
no official explanation on the television.
Radios became a hollow shell of hope
Devastating our mental barricades.
People broke down.
Moral codes became subjective
as our world was held captive.
I looked to the sky,
and I didn't see our stars.
Obviously life was different.
Cement skeletons with glass for skin
was a new skyline, as we looked on
in our state of the art slums.
The past holds no relevance,
the future holds no realism.
Yesterday is a dream,
while tomorrow is a nightmare.
The lights went out.
No one ever told us why;
no official explanation on the television.
Radios became a hollow shell of hope
Devastating our mental barricades.
Cement skeletons with glass for skin
was a new skyline, as we looked on
in our state of the art slums.
Life was different.
People broke down like used cars.
Moral codes became subjective
as our world was held captive.
The past holds no relevance.
The future holds no realism.
When I look up at the sky,
I don't see our stars.
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Edit 1
The lights went out.
No one ever told us why;
no official explanation on the television.
Radios became a hollow shell of hope
Devastating our mental barricades.
People broke down like cars.
Moral codes became subjective
as our world was held captive.
I looked to the sky,
and I didn't see our stars.
Life was different.
Cement skeletons with glass for skin
was a new skyline, as we looked on
in our state of the art slums.
The past holds no relevance.
The future holds no realism.
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(original)
The lights went out.
No one ever told us why;
no official explanation on the television.
Radios became a hollow shell of hope
Devastating our mental barricades.
People broke down.
Moral codes became subjective
as our world was held captive.
I looked to the sky,
and I didn't see our stars.
Obviously life was different.
Cement skeletons with glass for skin
was a new skyline, as we looked on
in our state of the art slums.
The past holds no relevance,
the future holds no realism.
Yesterday is a dream,
while tomorrow is a nightmare.
I never really read much poetry (and I still don't too much). I prefer to listen to it, so when I write it I always speak it out loud, so I tend to write it how i would say it. So I don't know too much about line breaking, but I'll definitely experiment with it.
