predisposition

animal humans

almost nothing is perfect

in every human

there are echoes of demons

a deep desire for heroes

a desperate need for a villain

something to die for

eventually

something to kill for

always

food for the soul

we strive

to the bone

flesh to the earth

imperfectly ruthless

exquisitely divine

humans exist with vigor

with a short memory

in perfect contradiction,

in a state of pathological self destruction

 

it might just be perfect

... but not for humans

Author's Note

Velcome my people. smh.

Reviews

[ashley]

i like this one, your writing is interesting i like it :3

[Davidgeo]

I wish I edited this one better at the time. I'd just f**k it up if I retried at this point. I agree with you though, this was a good one. I write too much. Good things get lost.

[Davidgeo]

ain't life grand?

[ashley]

cant fix something thats already perfect. we are too critical on ourselves sometimes, this poem is gorgeous just how it is

[Hallow]

Great, honest perspective of the human race. I enjoyed it, good work.

[Davidgeo]

Ha... I know who you are. How's it goin' lover?