#radioactive
It’s not what it looks like. It’s never what it looks like.
It’s all wrong
somewhere.
Out in the Ukrainian backwoods, Chernobyl looks
like a ghost town some thirty years later. Intact but
abandoned, vacant—hemorrhaged of humanity. Like in mass
everyone left the city to buy some milk and never returned.
Life in the standstill. Lights left on now burnt out. Meat
thawing on the counter now mold on the counter. Laundry
half folded on the bed. The bath water
ran and ran and ran until the well dried up.
You wouldn’t know that the soil and
the cats and
the dogs
were radioactive
unless you held a meter against it to measure the roentgen.
The hermit crab soft underneath its hard shell.
The mold growing around the core of the shining red apple.
The asbestos hiding in the insulation.
The lead in the paint on the crib.
Sometimes, the things that look the most fine can **** you.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 2:22 AM UTC
Fingers dipped in purple powders
Fushia gold my makeup
Black skintight latex suit with neon circles
How my outfit is made up
Three rings around my waist
Intersecting, two vertical, one on the horizon
The circles glow with noble gases
Radioactive, after all, I'm an alien
Perfect spheres and concentric rings
Are trending, so I have read
I balance on stacked circles, my six inch latex heels
And floating circles surround the pair of buns on my head
My bones poke through my latex,
Anorexia won't stop my passions
I may not be the body type you want, but I'm the body type you have
And I still enjoy the fashions
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 2:38 PM UTC
My chemical imbalances
Make me unstable
Releasing pieces of my mind
So I'll become stable
Still calculating the halflife
Of my sanity
Alpha, beta or gammma,
Would not catorize me
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
*Sacramental Elixir & Illuminated Blues,
Experimental Flauntings Of Her Midsummer Hues,
Radioactive Eyes & Her Fairytale Lies,
Seductive Abuses Across The New Divide,
Vivid Intersections In Her Phenomenal Rage,
Shatterproof Reflections Splattered Upstage,
Midnight Passions Of Her Perplexed Lust,
Starlight Rains Glittering Hybrid Dusts,
Transitional Paradigms & Engineered Moans,
Theatrical Concoctions In Her Symphonic Tones,
Flirtatious Illuminations Under The Darkest Light,
Stained Animations Igniting Kryptonite,
Palisades Of Her Collated Reflections,
Cascades Emitting Her Sedated Projections,
Contraband Infatuation Resonating Magnetic Love,
Raving Constellations Provocating Atomic Dove,
Divine Catharsis Of Her Cupid Amour Eternity,
Valentine Bliss Mystifying Her Restrained Insanity,
Charismatic Futility & ****** Binge,
Cinematic Tranquility Emanating From Her Bulletproof Sins,
Neon Subways & Fragile Foreplays,
Sensual Arrays Of Her Red-Light Decays.
- 03:53AM -*
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
Which one will take me first?
Your radioactive deadly love
My volcanic blooming hope
The world will spilt me apart
Contented I shall depart it
I have loved none but you!
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
**here we are
the water glows
the river froths
bubbles and flows
here we are
apocalypse
here we are
in ash and dust
we see the world
in blood and rust
here we are
apocalypse
I feel it in the air
as buildings crash
and claxions blare
welcome to the new age
to the new age
welcome to the new age
to the new age
woe woe woe woe woe
woe woe woe woe woe
radioactive
radioactive
here we are
the dragon's eggs
we have to crawl
we have to beg
here we are
the dragon's spawn
our father's killed
with molten fire
they are gone
they have expired
here we are
but they are gone
I feel it in the air
outside the dragon's lair
welcome to the new age
to the new age
welcome to the new age
to the new age
I'm radioactive
radioactive
woe woe woe woe woe
woe woe woe woe woe
radioactive**
SoulSurvivor
based on song
"Radioactive"
written by Alex Da Kid
and Ben Linke
for Imagine Dragons
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
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from
the waves
of crimson silk
comes an eye
as white as
milk
'tis a
monster
and his ilk
horrid in his
{{{{ slimy scales }}}}
{{{{{ from the deep }}}}}
{{{{{{{{{ with hook'd nails }}}}}}}}}
{{{{{{{ he's ravenous }}}}}}}
he never fails
capturing
his human
meal he will
eat until he's
full then he
goes into
the deep
which will
forever
secrets
keep
**♢♢
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
I am radioactive,
everyone close,
gets hurt, or dies.
I am radioactive,
my confidence is decaying,
and my spirit is dead.
I am radioactive,
my emotions are on a rampage,
and my love has fled.
I am radioactive,
every aspect of my life,
turns into a battle field.
and I, I am radioactive,
I explode,
leaving no trace of life,
or love left.
I am radioactive,
every breath I take,
is taken from someone else.
I am radioactive,
the waves of my danger,
reverberate through people's souls.
Because I am radioactive.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Love me for my destruction, for my mayhem --
after all, loving you isn't so much different,
I could have chosen cigarettes, smokey ashtrays over your
smokey eye make-up,
Or maybe alcohol, sip at lukewarm beer, and become embittered by how
your lips are stained elegantly wine,
and then again, I might've had the opportunity to inhale car exhaust
but your breath is much heavier than monoxide
and much more deadly--
turns out nuclear warfare is much more easily attainable by
your explosive needs
for genocide -- you love those broken hearts,
you little radioactive succubus.
Knives, I could have made love to a knife, but I guess your nails served the same purpose, you've left your mark, okay?
I have a target in the shape
of little crescent marks on my back from you and
people keep
staring.
And yes, I could've injected myself with something stronger like morphine, but
you're already running through my god **** veins --
I looked up "infatuation" in the dictionary but the words kept
blurring because all I could see was your blushing expression
when I used my fingertips like paintbrushes
on your cheekbones.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
There is a door in each mind
Where things will hide
Beneath every corner and shadow
To protect itself the room fills with toxins
So to protect the human outside this mind
a fictitious character is made
The only thing that can be grasped
is the heart no longer the mind.
Only if she would allow one to understand
Read her schematics, and try to make sense.
That behind those shattered eyes
is a view of the world falling around her.
The scattered pieces tear any man apart
Breathing in the toxic air one can wish
to be unbreakable
to hold her pains inside themselves.
That door in her mind
has never been entered
With a trefoil hanging from the door
as a warning to never enter.
No one will ever return
when that door shuts
Know that the shadows
allow no life inside.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC