#implode
I
wait here alone,
in breathless nothing.
If you tap me,
I’ll shiver like lightning,
or melt like daylight,
or implode like a star,
consumed by the weight of my own gravity.
I am not formed to be caressed,
but would die,
just to be touched,
for a blazing instant,
by you
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
You watch them implode a building that you helped build!
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
I am a pariah. Some see me as a joke, some see me as a mystery, some see me as a hot mess. But they all see me and refuse to stop seeing me. They unforgivingly gape and gawk at me.
Everyone has their own version of the story, and I cannot tell you how many times I have been told that my version is wrong. They seem to forget that after all, it is my story, but then they remember, and then they stare.
The few people that I have left continue to attempt to explain that this will all blow over with time. It has been three months since the incident occurred. Three months of staring, stories, and acting as if I’m not hearing their versions. As if I’m not hearing them call me a **** As if I’m not hearing them say that I liked what he did to me. As if I’m supposed to sit there and act like their condolences are genuine and fake a smile, just for them.
At this point, I am unsure if they are even staring anymore. I am uncertain if it is all in my head, or if this is what my life will be now. I am unsure if I will ever be able to be just looked over again. I am unsure of myself and my choices and my thoughts. I don’t even know if they are mine anymore.
Sometimes I wish that I could implode and make a colossal scene, but then I remember that it would just make the stares last longer. So I sit there, stuck, having to take the stares and hear their stories and listen to my uncertainty. Because after all I am just another one of their stories, and subsequently I will eventually disappear again.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Who do you call when there is no one to call?
Your last friend that catches your sense of humour, dies without a sense of humour
The friend that generally made up all of your contacts
Calls beforehand of daily progress always went answered to a mother who no longer exists
They were followed by a friend who absorbed everything said
These absorptions poisoned the well of humour and goodwill that you befriended in the first place
Your contacts list might grow in the days ahead
But the optimism that that idea requires to believe in and the failed rate of your previous confidants make you feel you should protect all
Keep everything within, never explode.
Hopefully implode.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
I wonder if you could tell me
What you saw in my eyes on day one
The day we met had a warm summer breeze
But what did you see under our setting sun?
I ponder until my sky has darkened
What you heard that you didn’t want to let go of
The night we sat in Aya with our eyes widened
But what did you hear through the music of love?
I squander my imagination out of reach
What you could’ve felt on our last embrace
Over the clouds, mourning mountains and seas
But what did you feel about the memories we couldn’t erase?
I surrender my thoughts and dream from yesteryear
What stopped us from erupting every single day?
Through our implosions, we’ve turned igneous and seared
But what good are we if we can’t make it through today?
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
they always tell you
"reach for the moon -
if you miss,
you'll land among stars."
what they fail to mention is that
the moon needs light from
the sun
to shine.
and the light from the stars
takes billions of years
to reach us;
but first
they must implode.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
In my eyes I rescue the heat in my chest
Crushed inside under one collapsed lung
Living in glow, so faintly, off of my breath
A mirror placed before me in silence I can
Only see deep so when I look, lonely,
what do I see?
A shred of truth
With what could I bring
a pulse of truth from so low
up to the level?
I've seen a little light through the crack at night,
when the others relieve
the drinks that put them in bed, maybe I’ll use that
old song to move on and when I implode,
would any blame me?
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Boom,
Emotional explosion,
HAHA too ******* right,
****** up right,
Just sat here steaming,
Boiling to a point of losing control,
Boom Explosion.
Boom,
Anger,
Rage,
Agression,
Its all there just under my skin,
now its raising,
up,
up,
up,
it comes,
its coming haha,
nothing i can do now,
better to just let it go.
this is what happens,
with no sleep and just nightmares,
this is what happens,
when you have nothing and no one.
this is it.
its time.
Explode,
implode,
destruction,
BOOM
theres nothing left.
no breaks,
no control.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC