Isolation as a result of attrition

[Smaerd]

ATLEAST I TRIED
The corner, a haggard man bellowed;
Some ruthless cough, the elevator cowered,
A man with his disposition must find,
Most people surely won't pitty his kind.
His jacket stitched before his birth,
and knees dirty as the rust hued earth,
The acrid trail of his breathe fills the air.
Some rank scent... a burnt cigarrette filter,
Poured furiosly from his backpack.
His eyes were open no more then a crack,
Gazing so vacantly at the air duct,
Wondering where the stale air gets sucked,
With a stare like he's had a few rough nights,
Not enough sleep, too much to drink, and some fights.
Not nearly enough space to go and squirm.
Unnoticed, he began to mutter "erm...
A bit crowded in here...Anyone else think?"
No response, his egoless self did shrink.
As he was blinking his eyes in long strokes,
his neck twitched as he counted his smokes.
Seventeen and a half,"That just might work."

The Times I Miss
I deem no one as competition
because if anyone wants to sell a tree
then they have chosen the same profession as me
such an honorable pention

to make money for these men above us
and sulk in the circle of greed
to get by on products of basic need
a far better branch to pick
then to feed that social construct
of ancient idealistic moral misconduct


"If first is so great, why are we after primates?"

Perception change, While the body takes a different path..
The blood drips, from his Christly lips,
onto the white plush carpet.
We need a tourniquet... we need a tourniquet...
CLUTCH HIS THROAT TO STOP THE BLOOD.
Stop his ache, PLEASE give his spine a whiplashing shake.
LET HIS LUNGS BAKE
Smoke has never gotten you so high.
The release to die - The release to die.

IT'S WHAT YOU WANTED, SO FINALLY IT'S BEEN GRANTED
DON'T TAKE IT FOR GRANTED, LEAVE ME STAGNATED!
Worthless heap, worthless heap.
I've been rolling down a valley of glass and dirty needles.
INGESTING THE SPENT EUPHORIA.
I'm an adrenaline beast and I come myself in my sleep.
I worship my own rot,

My lips are dry.
The carpet is stained.
My neck Is snapped.
I'm alive, why?

[spicoli]

i felt as though i'd gone mad when i got to the end...
fascinating. i enjoyed the last one the most.

[Pharm Girl]

to make money for these men above us
and sulk in the circle of greed
to get by on products of basic need
a far better branch to pick
then to feed that social construct
of ancient idealistic moral misconduct

That statement is right on the money!

As we head towards the total collapse of the financial system as we know it!

[vanilla]

hmm.. i really liked the first one