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rmrplpr Oct 27
This is the downfall
unlike any other
not like raindrops
It's the screaming
at the top of the lungs
till the veins pop
It's that asteroid burning
in the atmosphere
and then it'll be all black
There'll be ashfall
There'll be seared meat
toasted skin and charred wings
It's that Lucifer thing
A light streak descending
heading down to the ground
You can see the ending
Can't blame anyone
The gravity pulls
It's its nature
no mercy, no thinking
It's the downfall
It's the ending
The last curtain call
and the swan song
just sounds terrible
as the poor bird's throat
got twisted and slashed
Must've paid a lot
saw it in advance
Chris Thomas Oct 6
I see you glancing at the brush,
But our bristles don't hold paint the way they used to
And for all the folly in our atmosphere, I am sorry
I know I'm the one who exhales the most

Remember, your father told you,
"We run the most standing still,"
But my stars are perpetually frozen
And my love stopped blushing your alabaster skin

If you cinch the tourniquet too tightly,
To summer's dismay, I may not heal by autumn
And whether you whisper treasons of the universe or not,
My anchor's still aweigh by first light

Trust me when I say,
Broken words taste as bitter as you would imagine
It's becoming clearer that you were the road to Arcadia
But, as so often I am prone to do, I derailed us both

I see you glancing at the brush,
But our bristles don't hold paint the way they used to
And for this achromatic atmosphere, I am sorry
I know I'm the one in black and white
some things you should really think about
some things you should not think about at all
identifying these
can be one's saviour
or one's downfall
saviour or downfall
India Aug 27
I don't pretend to know why Eve ate the apple
but I know she's not the one who ****** us.

He created Her for Him.
A Marionett made on a whim, discarded.
The predesecor to the ****** Mother.
Mary, I'm so sorry.

I wonder who realised first their limbs had strings?  
A lamb and a shepard
Born for slaughter.
We were all daughters once.

I sat through sermons week in, week out,
never a doubt about where I was meant to fit.
I wonder what my daughters opinion is on having never been born.

I stopped reading the bible before I could discover the word for a Childless Mother but I'm pretty sure it's Women.
What does that make me.

When I eat an apple,
I like to cut it into slices and eat each segment individually.  
I'll throw away the seeds, nibble at the core, discard the skin.
We were told she took a bite
but I often wonder just how Eve committed her sin
and what is taste like.

I do not begrudge Eve the apple.
I begrudge Adam the audactiy to ask for a partner in suffering.
Dilshey Aug 18
Cataclysm at its finest is it?
Catastrophe galore
Crisis & calamity
Beginning of  
humanitys' war
Great nuclear holocaust,
Mother natures devastation
Festering with inhabitants of the era of degradation.
Where we are the parasitic infestation
numbly oblivious to backfiring ruination.
Our world is a gas chamber
with poison - being suffused & saturated.
A toxic wasteland for our toxic souls
heartless ghouls ought to be annihilated -
obliteration sounds tempting...
'mass suicide of this vicious nation'.
Black death couldn't quell us malicious beings
No virus contagion in existence ever would -
eradicate a species, this selfish & grim
Should we blow the world up if we could?
All the Atomic & Nuclear could be put to good use
Escape the mess we made & ignite the fuse
As the grotesque & gory go up in flames
vanquish every origin of mans evil games
Watch Earths inferno,
much better than Hiroshima or Chernobyl
Lamenting on the barren face of Mars,
Of the spectacle 'it' could've been but never will.
selina Jul 6
i've been running from the truth
running up an empty staircase
yet somehow i keep spiraling down

i've been searching for love
for a droplet of whatever is left
a symbol of hope to answer my prayers

if i reach the top of these stairs
having finally escaped truth's poena
will you be there waiting for me?

or will it be deja vu, another infinite loop
of my heart drowning in deep waters
as you stand there, watching with a smile

my heart hesitates but my steps are steady
i run from no truth, i already know the truth
things are meant to fall apart

and every time, it is the same
and every time, i am always powerless
just a mere bystander to my own downfall
the only experience i have with infinite loops are from ap comp sci a LOL java was a nightmare
Zizile Tantsi Jun 18
We remember that we are human
Its in between those short silences that we remember that our armours of strength can only take so much

It is then we feel at our worst,
Where the world and everything around it feels too heavy to carry
Under those blank stares lie hidden conflicts of truths that we ourselves can not comprehend

Yesterdays that left us scared only to be revived again by thought, See we do a different kind of reminiscing one that we can't escape, we allow it to ease into our heart's vein seeping deep into the beats we once had.

In between the laughs comes joint sighs cried by different souls brought together  with painful journeys.

Its in those moments we tend to remember that we are still bruised and that those stitches are tailored to suit what is supposed to be our happiness.

In between the laughs we try closing off once again our vulnerabilities off to the world
Because at the end of it all they shouldn't see our weaknesses
Its in between those laughs that  we fight for air as we are in between breathing and being suffocated by the unknown
Known to us and hidden from the world
And sometimes just sometimes during that laughter we are hoping someone, anyone will notice that laughter is just a mask worn very well by the broken at heart
masquerading our downfalls and all
And lastly it is in between those laughs where we survive for some reason we forget and live on, most of all It is in between the laughs we remember we are human.
Carlo C Gomez Jul 2020
Coddled me into believing
Each step forward was the same,
Measure for measure.

Led me to reason
Every unguarded move was safe,
So new, so pure.

Then all at once,
So Thirty Years' War,
Out the window
I was thrown.
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