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Mark Parker Feb 2017
A flower is poetically redundant,
I'd rather use a bomb with wires -red, green, and blue.
Cut one, let's see if she loves me!
Valentines Day at its finest.
Holly Nicole Jan 2017
isn't it crazy how
in the blink of an eye
one split second decision
can set off a
spiral of beauty
and pain
and sacrifice
and affection,
all wrapped in to one time bomb
of a relationship
with a fast approaching expiration date?
Tyrel Headley Dec 2016
Here it comes peace inbound.
Falling down without a sound.
There is no discrimination.
It's only goal annihilation.
Mankind's destructive wonder.
Made to tear the world asunder.
Great big bomb in the sky.
Last thing we see before we die.
Adel Nov 2016
What if
We were reincarnated?

I was the plutonium bombs,
I was everywhere to be found,
Burned like stars in the northern sky;
Yet my walls were too high
And my insecurity was too deep,
For I was so difficult to be created!

And you,
You were the uranium bombs,
You were the rare atom, of one in a million.
The one that I had been searching for,
To create a massive fusion for us two.

And together
We could create the hydrogen bombs
And explode the whole world
With our love

But yet,
We were too toxic,
Too destructive for each other,
That we keep hurting our bodies;
Roaming through the sky,
Just to sacrifice ourselves in the land of earth,
As to die and to be killed,

As if
we were
never destined
for each other.

-a.d
Donald Durham Sep 2016
I was changed.
Not changed like the tide,
which always changes back
But changed like an atomic bomb
went off in my body, in my heart.
She was a nuclear reaction
A tiny bit of matter that alters the state of everything she touches.
She was radioactive,
You could feel her coming.
She was a bomb
And I'm a lost atoll,
drifting in the Pacific.
Destroy me in the most
beautiful of explosions.
Split me, subatomically,
and realign me how you wish.
She was science and she was engineering.
She was mankind's best,
doing mankind's worst.
She was detonation,
She was a split second explosion.
Depth charges that awaken,
Super sonic flash wiring,
blinding brilliance.
She was self destructive implosions
Bringing down the walls.
I'm a deserted structure,
waiting to be torn down.
First thing I've written that I've liked in years. I feel like the muse is awake and the madness is loose.
Sarah Michelle Aug 2016
I would like to bathe in a
greenhouse away from the sun, flowers
in the lavender water
SøułSurvivør Jul 2016
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ON THE UNEXPECTING
A BOMB IS SET IN
WAIT • IT CAN
SHATTER ANYONE
RICH • POOR • SMALL
OR GREAT • THERE IS
METHOD TO ITS EVIL
THERE IS FALLOUT IN
ITS WAKE • THERE IS
|NO RECIPROCATION|
THERE IS NO GIVE "N
TAKE • THERE IS ONLY
SELF-OBSESSION THE
BOMB OF POISON KIND
IT'LL MESS 'ROUND IN
OUR BODY IT'LL MESS
AROUND WITHIN THE
MIND • HAVE A FUNNY
FEELING CRAZY BUT IT
|BE TRUE • THE LOVE|
BOMB DROPPED IS A
NARCISSIST AND
GROUND 0 IS
YOU**


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/20/2016
I hope this turns out!
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