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i do not know what i feel
the void in my heart echoes defeat

all i ever wanted was a loving home
yet nothing seems to catch up to my desire
seems im only getting further away from it

nomatter how much i try to gaslight myself
the truth is always staring me back in my solar
i know what i know yet i can't
if i do, i'll be the one responsible for it

this is all too much to bear alone
my therapists can only do so much, im impatient
i want resolution right now

i just want the same warm arms to consistently feel safe at home.

what if i was never meant to experience this?
and it's just wishful thinking?
will my life only amount to desiring and watching others get it instead?

i did everything right with my heart
yet i feel my life doesn't reflect the depths of my being
what is missing?

my worth, my certainty
they evade me when i need them the most
what will become of me in this timeline?
noway to know but surrender to the flow of life happening as me
so I lament
sadness should be felt without needing fixing
what depths are your human calling you to explore within yourself?
MetaVerse Jun 25
I.
Hotter than summer's hottest days,
When Sol doth set the earth ablaze,
Are all Urania's sultry ways:
          She'll make you sweat!
When she descends from scorchèd skies,
She'll fry like eggs your blinded eyes
As someone yells from afar, "Surprise!"
          You'll feel the heat!

Fear not.  Her fury's wrath and rage
Lasts but a moment, not an age.
She'll cook your meat and burn the sage
          And smoke the ***.
I love her when she's fully enriched.
I love her like a baseball pitched.
I love her b∞∞bs [OOPS! roboT gLitCh t  )
          I'm hot for.bot@

502 Bad Gateway

II.
Urania!  Urania!
I have for you a mania!
You're driving me insania!
Urania!  Urania!!  Urania!!!
vik Jun 22
i logged the warheads’ saintly arc,
through treaties transcribed just to shrink,
while taboo colonized the dark,
a name is never worth the ink.

i processed breath in programmed loops,
the margins where the righteous blink,
between the cables and the troops,
a name is never worth the ink.

each border twitched in nitrate maps,
the walls revised in auto-sync,
i traced the bloodstained autographs,
a name is never worth the ink.

she entered nothing but a tag,
a field in forms that didn’t think,
her voice absorbed by final lag,
a name is never worth the ink.

the city burned in filament,
the state dreamed red and blue in sync,
we lost her in the precedent,
a name is never worth the ink.

the cat observed, the shutters closed,
she left a toothbrush by the sink,
her absence, not to be disclosed,
a name is never worth the ink.

the archives hum. the geiger talks.
my shell is built where memos clink.
they tested God beneath the rocks:
a name is never worth the ink.

deterrence smiles with sober teeth,
bureaucracy demands a link,
but all that lives remains beneath,
a name is never worth the ink.
mutually assured destruction
Carlo C Gomez May 31
~
The day was orange
The word is yellow
Out like a light switch
Teeth a steady glow

The projectile's
Crisscross trajectory
Is no kindness

In the catacombs of this mine
Watch it leak
Watch it settle

What remains is
Subterranea, urania
Built to last
A moment to inhale
Before fade to black

~
Khoisan Mar 18
It
eliminates
everything
in it's wake

still these
unconscious
idiots

contemplate
more champagne
for their next date

while the rest of us
gnash teeth as the earth shakes.
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
We don't need no education!
said every Gen X'er I know.

They should have said yes to
the education,
and no, to thought control.

We watch in exasperation as our,
World spins out of control.

We blame it on the boomers,
and they blame Millennials.

Why blame the children for the sins of their fathers.

While they shelter and cower,
in fear of the world they built.

It's time for you to live-
Or should I say die with your Guilt.

Trinity is near 80 years gone,
seems like everyone has a trigger for the bomb.

Let us all pray their addled brains,
or palsied fingers don't shake.

And blow up the whole ******* World,
By mistake!
Opening line from( Another brick in the Wall- Pink Floyd)
Title borrowed from the Who.
Poem was inspired by a poem Cloudydaze wrote entitled Thank You.
Jeremy Betts Apr 2024
According to this here thermometer,
My heart hit ten minus absolute zero earlier
Impossibly cold and still getting colder
Think...nuclear winter,
Or Neptune in December
Sleeping in a subzero freezer
To be a smig warmer
Now imagine it getting run over
Over and over and over and over
What I'm left with doesn't ultimately matter
There's no chance that what I'm working with here,
The miniscule crumbs collected off the floor,
Will be anywhere near capable of getting the job done anymore
I hope there's no more of this repeat offender behavior in store
I don't want this as my muse or my lore

©2024
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2023
windowless day,
particles of strange salt on his brow,
generator man
on the coil,
double-sided,
a love for radioactive honey:
a storm in a teacup...

but for some reason
could not reciprocate
due to the metallic taste in his mouth,
and so he seemed driven
to build his electrical dream,
and took comfort from his pigeons,
the “lightning machine,”
the hair on his head bristled
as he discovered his purpose
in rings of glory that died
as flags of dust...
Fallout from nuclear bomb tests in the 1950s and '60s is still showing up in U.S. honey, according to a study in 2021. Although the levels of radioactivity aren't dangerous, they may have been much higher in the 1970s and '80s, researchers say.
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
Nick Armbrister and other writers
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2023
descendants of those left behind,

they found fellowship with

a singularly brutal environment,

free roaming meanderers

of a crepuscular exclusion zone,

having trekked into

the camps of liquidators

to beg for scraps,

they nosed into empty buildings

and found safe places to sleep,

stopping at Café Desyatka

for some borscht,

the guides speak only of

visitor or occupant,

there are no tourists here,

only the genetically distinct
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