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Powdered skin,
Brush strokes,
Go coat
those desperate pokes
The shakey nature
Of made up favors
So playful
And able
We are
To Make the devil
Weak in the knees
As he does me,
So what if you suffer
You are but a drop
In an endless sea
No one will notice
When you drop
And you bleed
Just a mixture of rage and pain in threw up when I felt too much and thought my chest was gonna implode.
awknight Jun 2018
What if
in every black hole,
created by loneliness
and forgotten words,
lies a galaxy
created all its own —
remnants of the implosion
scar the beauty
but will
remain a perfect
of the new creation;
from what was believed
to be nothing emerges

Structured by the hands
of a god,
a perfect tracing of
what is needed --
survival is not an option.

Lose yourself in me.
Hello Brain
Jeff Gaines Mar 2018
You watch them implode a building that you helped build!
Written the other day after watching the implosion of the Capitol Plaza Tower in Frankfort, Kentucky. I worked on the interior/wall crew which did all the track & stud, drywall and drywall finishing. It was there where I learned that I didn't care for construction. But, I did make some great friends, money and experiences.

I had hitch hiked up there from Florida on the promise of a job from a HS pal of mine named Louis. He and I always had always great adventures and this one didn't disappoint.

I may make a series of these ...
I'd bet there is a BAZILLION of them floating around in my head
TheRiverStyx Feb 2018
Brain in the freeway.
Synaptic processes.
Love and care.
Swindles and cheapskates.
A quick review of the perception of your existence.

here comes the cadence as the chant of defeat comes again.
Äŧül Jan 2016
Who I took to be my saviour,
Was the very one that killed me,
When I felt really terrorized.

Nuke of loneliness imploded,
Not caring it was not the time,
Night now feels as if eternal.

Contained is this explosion,
Tears haven't fallen since long,
Of dire loneliness it's a gift.
My HP Poem #983
©Atul Kaushal
oh my stars Aug 2015
and then you were gone.
you rushed into my past,
tearing through my heart as you went.
you littered my soul with the shreds of love,
each one piercing me
with such force that i swear
the world ripped open.
now there is a rift inside me-
you forgot to close it when you rushed into my past.
it's pulling me in,
i'm folding in on myself baby.
i'm imploding.
maybe this is how it was always meant to end:
not with an explosion;
i didn't go out with a bang
or even a light.
i ended with an implosion.
how pathetic.

— The End —