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Carlo C Gomez May 20
Born with flesh and blood, but heart sold separately. Bird way up high, falling from the sky. The raining aftermath is the common denominator. When it shockwaves from ground zero, it leaves an atomic shadow—fatal impressions where a living, breathing thing once stood...
rgz Apr 11
How to dress well (and that I'd rather dress comfortably.)
How to hide the laces in my shoes.
That it's apparently "learnt".
How to walk with a limp,
when to walk away.

How to look mean while avoiding eye contact.
Where to find the best coffee.
How to write a bad sonnet.
How to kiss the right way.
Where to find the wrong girls.

How to sing sad songs.
How to roll a decent joint.
How easily a wasted day
can become a wasted life.
How to hold my liquor,
when to hold my tongue,
not to hold my breath.

When enough is enough.
When enough is too much.
When to hold the door open.
How to set a deadline with no intention of adhering to it.
How to feel alone in a packed out club (and where to find the smoking bit).

That time heals nothing
but memories fade.
How long a piece of string is.
That no matter how bad a day you're having, tomorrow can always be worse.

Tomorrow can always be better.
How to keep going
Jason Feb 18
She starts up her motors,
Revs me til I purr,
She spins up her rotors,
I'm always dizzy for her.

She checks the gauges twice,
I'm waiting and ready for flight,
Fuel, heat, pressure: Optimal, nice,
The plan is for speed and for height.

She glances back with a stewardess smile,
I shrug into my costume, a bombardiers coat,
She checks my seatbelt, no trace of guile,
So sweet, she wouldn't want it to chafe around my throat.

Perfect piloting, not a cloud in sight, no turbulence at all,
She's the only one with a 'chute, but I know we won't fall.
We're cruisin' along smoothly as we hit the target altitude,
Over the intercom, "If you love me, hit the big red button, dude!"

Sudden direction change, same speed but straight down,
What once was blue sky is now onrushing ground.
Her skills are legend, she could drop me on a dime,
She knows right where I'll land, and I climb aboard every time.
© 02/17/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Man Jan 30
i have atom bomb dreams
from the desert
mushroom clouds billowing
the shockwave blow past cacti
and down the dirt road i'm on
from the cockpit of a b-29
leveling the ground below
already comprised of craters
as we pummel the earth
we become a might to match the gods
"If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendour of the mighty one” Oppenheimer
Nikkie Jan 28
That night was intense
When you kissed me it was on
I felt your love bomb.
Alex Braun Jan 19
i am destruction in its own form.

i am a gas leak
you have never encountered before.

i don't tick like the bomb you're used to.

i have dangerous hands,
they've killed thousands of me.

i am a serial killer of self.
Man Jan 18
woke up
with the sound
of jet engines
thundering, overhead
streaming the sky
brush strokes on high
of red and black

jumped at
straight back
from the bomb
they dropped
square in my living room

walking away
another day
i'll be back
when dust settles
amidst no attacks
on the sandy soil
of my
Skye Jan 4
I’m a bomb, just waiting to blow up
And you just happen to be my match
pun intended

Faizel Farzee Dec 2020
Caught between a dream and nightmare
Stabbing mind pains this is not fair
Sleep awake living or dead
Stuck in a place called nowhere
Is this life even real, should I even question to care

Do I take a chance, dream beyond the skies
A world with the absence of light
dark with vision impaired
Infested with lies & legal crimes
Can we really live life to the fullest
When we already ensnared?

These are the questions, infesting my dreams at night
When voiceless earths screaming
Still putting up a fight
We destroy everything, just look at our historical might
Building towards exstiction
To destroy our nature, it cannot be helped.
We march valiently like lemmings to death

that's it.
that's the poem.
Art is antiwar, no exceptions.
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