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nick armbrister May 2023
Lorded
The mad writer licked the crystal

To get a sale

This he got oh yes

Bought an atomic

And sent it to Putin

By 1st class post
Eventful War Book 2
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Brandon Cotter Nov 2021
I hope these goosebumps stay jagged forever
Like summits of this tubular dance
The infinite free fall from never
Blankets our young souls with radiance

As piano keys play during our wars
And we shall melt in syncrony
With our laughter bottled in jars
Will you please sing with me

So we can drown out the booms
And my mother's haunting cries
We've crawled from cribs to tombs
As the metal falls from the skies

My tears evaporate into the air
As my skin boils off my face
Our boney bodies rip and Tear
Cementing our final Embrace
nick armbrister Oct 2021
Fried Turtles
The little dog chews on the blue wire
His sharp teeth need blunting
So he picked this bomb wire to gnaw
He likes biting and such like
One of his main interests
His master’s fingers and boots
Car tires on parked cars
And his Holy toys
The gold cross from the church
That’s totally ******
Just like the blue wire he has
Look it’s now severed
And the bomb will explode
Killing ten million Chinese
Flattening central Shanghai
Good job the dog and wire
Are ten miles away
He’ll still get a tan
And ten million turtles
Will be totally ******* fried
It was a Taiwanese bomb…
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Pseudonymous S Jul 2021
“Bombs away!”

You called.

They exploded with love.

Then suddenly,

The world was left empty.

Until the next wave.
Carlo C Gomez May 2021
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...
Riz Mack Apr 2021
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 2021
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 2021
i have atom bomb dreams
from the desert
mushroom clouds billowing
the shockwave blow past cacti
and down dirt roads
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 2021
That night was intense
When you kissed me it was on
I felt your love bomb.
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