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Ithaca Dec 2019
The sound of crimson rain descending from large, black clouds and landing with a vengeance on reinforced steel echoed solemnly throughout the night sky.

This post-demolition city was destroyed beyond recognition after the warhead hit.

Barren streets decorated with scattered rubble and the smell of decay saturated the night air. The radiation caused the rain to turn the color of blood; the blood of the millions of people that the projectile disintegrated.

Just North of the blast radius, a small, barely standing apartment complex stood ***** from the broken ground.

On the second floor of this hotel of hell, two teenagers, a boy and a girl, were quickly becoming men and women; their pleasure loud, but never heard.

Above them on the third floor, a woman hung **** from the ceiling. Her sickly body covered in boils from the radiation.

Two floors below, seven skeletons were spread equidistant from each other. The boy and girl had moved them surreptitiously after doing something with them that even I would not in right mind divulge.

The fourth floor was a horrible sight. A dying baby screaming helplessly; his mother and father lying dead beside him; they both shot themselves. The baby was born with six tiny, black eyes, and no legs to crawl. He’d take his last breath before the sun rose in the morning.

The boy finished his act, and took a large puff of a cigarette. The girl, completely satisfied and lying in blood, chose the needle. The boy followed.

It was their escape. A way to leave the pain of being orphaned by the war. Every single loved one and friend was slaughtered like cattle by the enemy. It was only them now.

This was their first night at the makeshift hotel, and they came willing to die. Together. They knew the radiation would overcome their sickly bodies.

There was nothing left to live for.
No place to call home.
Hölle auf Erden.
O night divine.
Sky, trees are
grey green but light
Still lakes, move sorrow motionless
Rotten leaves below –and above.
Rain water, deep

Who with who?
Where is where?
When is when?

DingDang TingDang Dinng
Will our party come up soon?
Fantasy dances but will reality confuses
Feelings are out of blue,
Suddenly breathing air;
(moonlight leaves shadows).

DingDang TingDang Dinng
Shall we open box of candy canes
Fantasy sight to see prettiest holly that will be
silver lanes aglow 
There silent images shimmer now
and - air breathing suddenly - break.


His and her stories world-over,
that your personal poet is
warming to record.
It doesn't  matter about rain or snow
But isn’t’ it beginning to look like in a
(Christmas Fantasy land now)
By Angel.XJ  20/12/2019/
Ithaca Dec 2019
A subtle wind gently eased wild hair from his smiling eyes; the faintest hint of her essence hugged his comfy winter coat.

Not a mile to the East, the same breeze drifted wearily towards a lonely house near a sparkling frozen river.

There, kneeling at the edge of the water, a beautiful girl felt a subtle breeze gently caress her shiny blonde hair.

The young maiden breathed in as the wind continued to brush past her shoulders. She exhaled with a giggle and a blush.

This extravagant December morning, the sun rose in lavish style over the snow-bleached horizon.

The lad had worked as a paper boy in this cozy town for a little over a year, and the morning before, he had spotted the most gorgeous girl kneeling by a riverbed.

The young boy nearly broke his bicycle, he kicked the brakes with such force. He sat with open mouth and marveled at such a sight.

The girl saw the boy out of the corner of her right eye, and shifted a little in a knowing manner.

The smitten lad turned a shade of red that would make the Devil jealous, and tried to call out to this beauty. His voice failed him.

Feeling the attraction radiating from the boy, the lass arose gracefully and walked towards him.

The shocked boy seemed to forget how to walk for an instant. He fell flat on his face. He heard a hearty giggle, and though he thought himself a total klutz, he began to laugh at himself, with each breath ingesting cold, wet snow.

“Saylor”, said the girl, offering a hand up for the boy.

“Titan”, the boy replied, taking her hand. Laughing seemed to restore his confidence.

“Sorry for staring” Titan said apologetically. “I’m sure you get that a lot”.

Little did young Titan know, Saylor had been watching him every morning for weeks. Through the dining room window, she would watch as he would throw the paper towards her house, and pedal over the bridge leading into town.

“Don’t apologize” Saylor remarked. “You should come back tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve laughed like that.”

Not knowing exactly what she meant by that, and also not wanting to make himself look like a complete invalid by asking, Titan got back on his bike with a smile as grand as his elaborate fantasies of the night to come.
Please let me know if you would like a continuation :)
And if you’re wondering about the names, the answer is yes.
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
She's in parties,
He's in options,
Diluted ideologies unite,
Mood rings and **** carpeting,
Time to ride
The swing.

A bit of nerves,
Warm the hands with Jamaican ***,
All the wives then merrily lift
Their skirts in tandem,
Advertising disparate *******,
The color of come-on.

Spin the bottle,
Pass the blindfold,
****-a-hoop and tied-up,
Guess who's lips you kiss next (?)

They had a lovely evening
--Dinner
--Dancing
--And in someone else's pants.

The couple who plays together
Strays together.
Argue it out in the car
Or go home now.

Once the keys are mixed up,
You're game for the ne plus ultra
Of strange bedfellows,
And even stranger inclinations.
Sylph Dec 2019
Im sorry
Again i couldnt do it
I disappointed you
Im Sorry
Your expectations of me..
I tried
I did
but my mask
it just fell apart
My demons
escaped his cage
The thorns broke through the surface
I sorry you saw that...
My monsters
A cunning small fox
Spiral horns
Coal black
Sharp teeth
dripping the blood
My past mistakes
I didnt want you to see
I hid them from you best i could
saved your innocence
How much longer did your want me to lie?
Lead on a fantasy
Your wanted to believe
but we have to face it
Im the same monster
This didnt turn out as good as i thought it would in my head but its decent i think
Michael Murphy Dec 2019
Freeze time
Catch up

Go back
Repair
Redo

Go forward
Face fear
Prepare

Stop
Release
Let go
Having the ability to control time is the fantasy I embrace when I feel overwhelmed.  It might sound crazy but it lowers my stress!
Dream Fisher Dec 2019
Sitting in thousand year rubble,
Just yesterday felt like a home
A whole city sat here that no one knows
This is my story as a summoned ghost,
A fayth to break the sin and begin
A calm to last forever. Forever for all.
But me.
It's ok from me to you, I catch your gaze,
One green, one blue
I hold the crest and sigil of sun
But I'd burn out without my moon.

The city was massive, a sight seeing to believe,
The lights and sounds roaring from the ground.
Memories too vivid to conceive.
Telling everyone it was toxins
But I remember them watching as I played,
Cheering as I slayed and scored
The blitzball dome, each seat had shown
A fan within my reach.
But now...

It's all rubble, everyone smiles but struggles
The fans still stand and cheer
But only as a distraction from here.
As I look through the ruins at hand,
I know why we keep moving,
Through my home in Zanarkand
kevin hamilton Dec 2019
the cloth is cut
and you’ve been absent
from my dreams of late
phosphene, ever-burning
like a wretched mask
moth-eaten in the night

dearest, am i just the fount
of unsettled dust?
there is something in your eyes
that i cannot place
all this golden blood in me
is a harvest giving way
to the sickle and the blade
rich with rust
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