Poem: No one seems to know we are gone!

Unluckybolte

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No one seems to know we are gone!

We are swallowed flies,
We are engulfed flies,
Roaming around
In the fat belly of gecko of night
Our shining wings have been crushed,
Like noise crushes the chest of silence
Our feet have been lamed,
Like dust lames the images in eyes
We are swallowed flies
We are engulfed flies
Living together, but strangers
Mourning over the demise of us.

We are crunched flies,
We are crippled wingless flies
Crawling around the veins of night's gecko,
Drinking the black blood of darkness,
Like a sweet-poison all alone,
Seeming like dead but feeling like alive,
We are crunched flies,
Crippled flies we are,
In the belly of gecko,
That is sent by night,
To kill the shining wings to bright.

No one seems to know we are gone,
In the nothingness like a drowned boat,
Breathing, but only breathing,
Mourning but only mourning,
All in the way gecko wants.
 

Dwafnoy135

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That’s a very good poem for real for real I am a poet my self and I love this u should think about publishing it honestly.

I am the gecko aching with pain
I try to shake it but still it remains
Thirst strickened movement
stuck In place restraint
Take a drink from a puddle
But the rain has lost all taste
Submission is not an option
Death is not my fate
No way those little flies
Got me down this way
Had to be that hornet i ate yesterday
Butterflies in my belly
never caused such sorrow
I’m gonna stick to worms
If I make it till tomorrow

Chad Price
Loved doing this ty keep writing buddy
 

Unluckybolte

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That’s a very good poem for real for real I am a poet my self and I love this u should think about publishing it honestly.

I am the gecko aching with pain
I try to shake it but still it remains
Thirst strickened movement
stuck In place restraint
Take a drink from a puddle
But the rain has lost all taste
Submission is not an option
Death is not my fate
No way those little flies
Got me down this way
Had to be that hornet i ate yesterday
Butterflies in my belly
never caused such sorrow
I’m gonna stick to worms
If I make it till tomorrow

Chad Price
Loved doing this ty keep writing buddy
Wow you, too, have interest in writing poem.... Good to know.... Have it prolonged :)
 
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