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"equidistant" poems
it's 3:23 in the morning and I'm awake because my great great grandchildren won't let me sleep my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams what did you do while the planet was plundered? what did you do when the earth was unraveling? surely you did something when the seasons started failing? as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying? did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen? what did you do once you knew? I'm riding home on the Colma train I've got the voice of the milky way in my dreams I have teams of scientists feeding me data daily and pleading I immediately turn it into poetry I want just this consciousness reached by people in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech I am the desirous earth equidistant to the underworld and the flesh of the stars I am everything already lost the moment the universe turns transparent and all the light shoots through the cosmos I use words to instigate silence I'm a hieroglyphic stairway in a buried Mayan city suddenly exposed by a hurricane a satellite circling earth finding dinosaur bones in the Gobi desert I am telescopes that see back in time I am the precession of the equinoxes, the magnetism of the spiraling sea I'm riding home on the Colma train with the voice of the milky way in my dreams I am myths where violets blossom from blood like dying and rising gods I'm the boundary of time soul encountering soul and tongues of fire it's 3:23 in the morning and I can't sleep because my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams what did you do while the earth was unraveling? I want just this consciousness reached by people in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech ©2003
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
Hieroglyphic Stairway by Drew Dellinger
it's 3:23 in the morning and I'm awake because my great great grandchildren won't let me sleep my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams what did you do while the planet was plundered? what did you do when the earth was unraveling? surely you did something when the seasons started failing? as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying? did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen? what did you do once you knew? I'm riding home on the Colma train I've got the voice of the milky way in my dreams I have teams of scientists feeding me data daily and pleading I immediately turn it into poetry I want just this consciousness reached by people in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech I am the desirous earth equidistant to the underworld and the flesh of the stars I am everything already lost the moment the universe turns transparent and all the light shoots through the cosmos I use words to instigate silence I'm a hieroglyphic stairway in a buried Mayan city suddenly exposed by a hurricane a satellite circling earth finding dinosaur bones in the Gobi desert I am telescopes that see back in time I am the precession of the equinoxes, the magnetism of the spiraling sea I'm riding home on the Colma train with the voice of the milky way in my dreams I am myths where violets blossom from blood like dying and rising gods I'm the boundary of time soul encountering soul and tongues of fire it's 3:23 in the morning and I can't sleep because my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams what did you do while the earth was unraveling? I want just this consciousness reached by people in range of secret frequencies contained in my speech ©2003
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By and by Man will try To get out into the sky, Sailing far beyond the air From Down and Here to Up and There. Stars and sky, sky and stars Make us feel the prison bars. Suppose it done. Now we ride Closed in steel, up there, outside Through our port-holes see the vast Heaven-scape go rushing past. Shall we? All that meets the eye Is sky and stars, stars and sky. Points of light with black between Hang like a painted scene Motionless, no nearer there Than on Earth, everywhere Equidistant from our ship. Heaven has given us the slip. Hush, be still. Outer space Is a concept, not a place. Try no more. Where we are Never can be sky or star. From prison, in a prison, we fly; There's no way into the sky.
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Science-fiction Cradlesong
We come from two different worlds yet we're close. We're like parallel lines. We are equidistant from one another and we'll never meet, but for some reason we're headed in the same direction. Why can't we be perpendicular lines? Why can't we meet and create a 90 degree angle? Is it fates way of saying we can never meet? The mathematical theory can always be related with the psychological one when it comes to relationships or our own issues with ourselves. We can never be because we're not meant to meet. We're headed in the same direction but the space in between is two negative magnets keeping us at a distance, hence we fight to be close only to be pushing ourselves further away but always equidistant one another till we eventually agree. We are parallel lines. However what we refused to wait on is the second Mathematical theory on Parallel and Perpendicular line. We can somewhat change a parallel line to a perpendicular one just by rotating a line 90 degrees. This in a psychological manner means that no matter how pessimistic a relationship feels, how depressed we are, how alone we feel, with one change we can create a 90 degree angle of happiness.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
Parallel and Perpendicular lines.
You are the triangle in my Pythagorean Theorem. Circles may be never-ending, but I would rather be quite clear on our angles and all that other nonsense. I'd rather be equivalent or at the very least, equidistant.
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
Speaking of Geometry.
trickling down cheeks the beads of sweat gather on chins jaw lines glisten chalk on asphalt contenders equidistant, soon to be unison two of them racing each reach for the first to get to the line a place for few of them bronze rusts, and silver runs but nothing like us off that starting gun all at a chance to watch the refs wave the flags and decide a winner go for gold outside the champion's circle are shoulders cold if you don't give it all you're no pro you're an amateur a beginner, 1st in show
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May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 2:00 AM UTC
Stop Looking For Answers In Everyone's Face
beholding the tipping Big Dipper, with its dangling handle, traverse a midwinter northern sky rising in concert with a steadfast sword wielding Orion, mooring the southern firmament, I stand atop a splotch of black macadam, straddling the equidistant expanse of all ascending celestial spheres Music Selection Charlie Parker Estrellita Oakland 1/23/15 jbm
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
equidistant
<> thirty years apart/making love at the midpoint/Zeno's minding the gap <> *we are a thrifty thirty years apart but we make love as if it were an after school, really hungry, special snack laugh at myself once again for this tom, **** 'n harried foolishness knowing no good can come of this other than what has already come and gone, life's reaffirmation is not age dependent, we love in the light of  embers brightest glow the older man is at the midpoint trap of Zeno's Paradox^ can never grow down to be closer to her to her youth, given his head start, his slowing motion, can never catch her down, or she, up to him physics laws forcibly insist they both have lost this race* "In a race, the quickest runner can never overtake the slowest, since the pursuer must first reach the point whence the pursued started, so that the slower must always hold a lead. " as recounted by Aristotle, Physics VI:9, 239b15 *too quick to be born, now the fastest and oldest, though having reached the equidistant point between, will forever never be able to close the gap I mind the gap, I mine the gap for rousing poems, from passion piercing fierce love making prayers preserving the falsity of a magic illusion of a growing nearness that we will never grow apart, burdened that truer is, never ever closer she asks me with great tenderness, why I moisten mine eyes after our great joy replying, honestly I am minding the gap answers the broken joyous poet of now, no way* <> "Mind the gap" ( listen (help. · info)) is an audible or visual warning phrase issued to rail passengers in the United Kingdom (and elsewhere) to take caution while crossing the horizontal, and in some cases vertical, spatial gap between the train door and the station platform. ^https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeno%27s_paradoxes
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
thirty years apart/making love at the midpoint/Zeno's minding the gap^
<> thirty years apart/making love at the midpoint/Zeno's minding the gap <> *we are a thrifty thirty years apart but we make love as if it were an after school, really hungry, special snack laugh at myself once again for this tom, **** 'n harried foolishness knowing no good can come of this other than what has already come and gone, life's reaffirmation is not age dependent, we love in the light of  embers brightest glow the older man is at the midpoint trap of Zeno's Paradox^ can never grow down to be closer to her to her youth, given his head start, his slowing motion, can never catch her down, or she, up to him physics laws forcibly insist they both have lost this race* "In a race, the quickest runner can never overtake the slowest, since the pursuer must first reach the point whence the pursued started, so that the slower must always hold a lead. " as recounted by Aristotle, Physics VI:9, 239b15 *too quick to be born, now the fastest and oldest, though having reached the equidistant point between, will forever never be able to close the gap I mind the gap, I mine the gap for rousing poems, from passion piercing fierce love making prayers preserving the falsity of a magic illusion of a growing nearness that we will never grow apart, burdened that truer is, never ever closer she asks me with great tenderness, why I moisten mine eyes after our great joy replying, honestly I am minding the gap answers the broken joyous poet of now, no way* <> "Mind the gap" ( listen (help. · info)) is an audible or visual warning phrase issued to rail passengers in the United Kingdom (and elsewhere) to take caution while crossing the horizontal, and in some cases vertical, spatial gap between the train door and the station platform. ^https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeno%27s_paradoxes
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Dear one, As the domino, I fall cascading on the drawing board. Why would one deny progression? A furtherance , the ebb and flow. I remain up beat and spirited as I read your letters. It's like a barred barricade is being lifted.Your glowing light is charging me. Certainty is liberating, the riding of the waves have become a skill that I have engrossed. The tides spread from shore to shore and I must anchor. I am ever grateful for your deliberation in regard to my current affairs. Your magnanimity is greatly appreciated.                                            As I am Enormous, bountifulness of free spirit. Episodes of  taciturnity alternated by sequences of  thrill are remarkably felt. The higher level linking is simultaneous , coordinated and equidistant. As life propels, years progress a resemblance of energy is greatly congruent. The conforming compatibility of the absolute is evident. Transpiration of what once known yet unknown surfaces, erupts and consolidates a new meaning. A renewed existence, a recovered emergence solidifies. These moments are so evident, abundantly and vehemently felt on every fibre,bone and muscle of my being. Right to the core of my soul, my very existence. On the tangent of thoughts........"J" the jewel... the forgotten treasure. What happened to the nature trueness that stroked your mind? The non win compromises aren't spontaneous. We must realign.... we must. Vous êtes magnifiquement merveilleux et excellent en tous les moyens possible. You sure do give me the butterflies...... You hold me in skies high above. I can't control the butterflies......... Is it just a flutter ? To progress as you progress..... SassyJ Inspired by........ Natasha Bedingfield (Soulmate) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P27MPi3ZhCg
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
No.7 Convergence (Epistolary Collection)
Dear one, As the domino, I fall cascading on the drawing board. Why would one deny progression? A furtherance , the ebb and flow. I remain up beat and spirited as I read your letters. It's like a barred barricade is being lifted.Your glowing light is charging me. Certainty is liberating, the riding of the waves have become a skill that I have engrossed. The tides spread from shore to shore and I must anchor. I am ever grateful for your deliberation in regard to my current affairs. Your magnanimity is greatly appreciated.                                            As I am Enormous, bountifulness of free spirit. Episodes of  taciturnity alternated by sequences of  thrill are remarkably felt. The higher level linking is simultaneous , coordinated and equidistant. As life propels, years progress a resemblance of energy is greatly congruent. The conforming compatibility of the absolute is evident. Transpiration of what once known yet unknown surfaces, erupts and consolidates a new meaning. A renewed existence, a recovered emergence solidifies. These moments are so evident, abundantly and vehemently felt on every fibre,bone and muscle of my being. Right to the core of my soul, my very existence. On the tangent of thoughts........"J" the jewel... the forgotten treasure. What happened to the nature trueness that stroked your mind? The non win compromises aren't spontaneous. We must realign.... we must. Vous êtes magnifiquement merveilleux et excellent en tous les moyens possible. You sure do give me the butterflies...... You hold me in skies high above. I can't control the butterflies......... Is it just a flutter ? To progress as you progress..... SassyJ Inspired by........ Natasha Bedingfield (Soulmate) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P27MPi3ZhCg
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Lean on my chest, gentle one, let's sit holding hands, mountain breeze whispers Shanti mantras, let's repeat it, may tranquil be our souls, we aren't weary yet, but the ardor of the climb ends here; from this vintage point we are, distant heaven and beloved earth, look deceptively equidistant, rest your eyes on mine, let me see eternity flashing it's light. Don't even say a word, what your heart beat says is to my heart, the view from this peak is what we dreamt always,remember? an incredible leap of the souls, now we feel, is the reward of the trek we are equanimous, yet the  tears in your doe eyes, I can't bear, we are mortals, pain is a mongrel, our faithful companion to the end. Let's sit here, till the gold dust, the passing sun extravagantly sprinkles, that tells stories of galaxies dying down and new ones taking birth- finally settles, and the anesthetic of darkness gently descends. Look! the hidden envious eyes of the night, from afar peep at us, on the journey back, we'll fly beyond limits and vanquish the big dark.
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Sonata for the day on the green peak
I wanted to send an X, equidistant from four corners like two swords crossed, a stitch on a blue screen a multiplication of nothing no sweet thing flanking its side's just one X loud
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Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 6:24 AM UTC
TEXT
You kept your fish hook out so long that you forgot it was out there, and now it’s the time for you to leave but I still want you to stay, circling the bait with my fins teasing your taut line; you watch as i bite into petulance greater than infinity (if there was such a thing) and i claim i went after another: a thinner wire a stronger lead weight, a further cast but even you see past these big snow globe eyes equidistant as your debonair lures me in as my final gulp of home drags me up to your arms
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
Hardly a Romantic Storyline, but Someone Dies
*"A circle is a closed curve,                 All points equidistant         from its center."* Before our circles close and seal                                   their arcs, What leaks out into the frigid void?               What is ****** in like a                           careless insect Caught! in a fly trap's eager mouth?                 What clusters near the                                         center warmed by its radiant nucleus?           Who or what bangs on the                                   perimeter Shouting for entry or exodus?                 Who is the guardian of                                     the gate? What laws have fealty over the geometry of                               the psyche? December,  2006
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
Centrifugal Force
The sea to me, Or the gulls above, Appeared equidistant. Decision, Zeit, or flight, off the cliffs at Mohr?                                           Oh                                                    so nevermore!
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Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 11:12 AM UTC
Cliffs at Mohr
it would never have worked out anyway we're both in a 'love' and by love i mean a class tank one that you put yourself in and can see out yet touching is prohibited strictly prohibited as in don't feed the animals but one night we were fed fed with each other because our tanks were occupied with only one and one can get so lonely was stepping out of the tank so terrible if it was saving us? we hardly even touched and we both ended up happy almost somehow we're both sad that nothing ever happened, that the kiss so often described yearned for late in the night stayed like sunbeams between our eyes and when our eyes met it was like magic like electricity it was more than lightning, it was thunder because thunder rumbles in the distance and never seems to come close enough and to think in that one sweet word the time you took my arm and called me honey as if we strolled along the beach at dusk it felt like that those hours when you watch the sun rise and the world is soft and new like waking up to snow it was almost like being loved almost and the sad part comes next the part where i get mad not because you chose her but because you were afraid afraid to say 'damn the consequences' and afraid to be bold you aren't afraid of me but of the world i could have helped you but no and i know you have thought about it it wasn't a bird that flew in and out your cage drunken me made sure to clarify and now here we are at the end the end that keeps going and going until you are simply a high school memory that i call drama or emotions until then you won't leave me you'll stay in the back of my consciousness you'll be the one I'm attached to with an invisible rope always waiting and seeing and hesitating to chase after yet somehow we are always following each other flashing lights on a map always equidistant apart and our time will stay between us always you will be my kryptonite and always i will be your mysterious girl... yours.
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
The Kryptonite Boy
it would never have worked out anyway we're both in a 'love' and by love i mean a class tank one that you put yourself in and can see out yet touching is prohibited strictly prohibited as in don't feed the animals but one night we were fed fed with each other because our tanks were occupied with only one and one can get so lonely was stepping out of the tank so terrible if it was saving us? we hardly even touched and we both ended up happy almost somehow we're both sad that nothing ever happened, that the kiss so often described yearned for late in the night stayed like sunbeams between our eyes and when our eyes met it was like magic like electricity it was more than lightning, it was thunder because thunder rumbles in the distance and never seems to come close enough and to think in that one sweet word the time you took my arm and called me honey as if we strolled along the beach at dusk it felt like that those hours when you watch the sun rise and the world is soft and new like waking up to snow it was almost like being loved almost and the sad part comes next the part where i get mad not because you chose her but because you were afraid afraid to say 'damn the consequences' and afraid to be bold you aren't afraid of me but of the world i could have helped you but no and i know you have thought about it it wasn't a bird that flew in and out your cage drunken me made sure to clarify and now here we are at the end the end that keeps going and going until you are simply a high school memory that i call drama or emotions until then you won't leave me you'll stay in the back of my consciousness you'll be the one I'm attached to with an invisible rope always waiting and seeing and hesitating to chase after yet somehow we are always following each other flashing lights on a map always equidistant apart and our time will stay between us always you will be my kryptonite and always i will be your mysterious girl... yours.
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"Animals Share with Us the Privilege of Having a Soul"                                                  -Pythagoras- I've got a sonoran soul, a wild cat soul, a soul that lives for sunsets. That runs with jagged teeth, Until one corner of the Earth meets the next. I've got a feirce soul, A passionate soul, A soul that howls, until everyones been fed. A red, red, red, orange, amber soul that Rips and Bites and loves so fiercly that often it hides away, Just like Ernest Hemingway said: " The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed." But destroyed I am NoT, I've got a soul that rOcks me, quAkes me, and shaKes me from my sleepy grave. I've got a soul that doesn't give up, I've got a strong soul, a tigress, a sassy ***** a roaring stormin fire sista!! And I've got a spirit... A spirit that hums like a soft love bird, a spirit that loves to lie in backs of hippie vans and watch the sweet dangle of ornaments. A spirit that listens, that wraps my arms around my chest,  a spirit that calmly braids my hair, a spirit that washes me like the oceans tides that roll over vast sands to cleanse the gentle earth. A spirit that caresses, soothes and nurtures. A spirit that lives for the sunrise, a spirit that coos as the day lifts over mama cedar. So the soul lives for sunsets, the spirit for sunrise, and I, At the stillness of my core, I live for the darkness that happens between the two worlds.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
Equidistant
"Animals Share with Us the Privilege of Having a Soul"                                                  -Pythagoras- I've got a sonoran soul, a wild cat soul, a soul that lives for sunsets. That runs with jagged teeth, Until one corner of the Earth meets the next. I've got a feirce soul, A passionate soul, A soul that howls, until everyones been fed. A red, red, red, orange, amber soul that Rips and Bites and loves so fiercly that often it hides away, Just like Ernest Hemingway said: " The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed." But destroyed I am NoT, I've got a soul that rOcks me, quAkes me, and shaKes me from my sleepy grave. I've got a soul that doesn't give up, I've got a strong soul, a tigress, a sassy ***** a roaring stormin fire sista!! And I've got a spirit... A spirit that hums like a soft love bird, a spirit that loves to lie in backs of hippie vans and watch the sweet dangle of ornaments. A spirit that listens, that wraps my arms around my chest,  a spirit that calmly braids my hair, a spirit that washes me like the oceans tides that roll over vast sands to cleanse the gentle earth. A spirit that caresses, soothes and nurtures. A spirit that lives for the sunrise, a spirit that coos as the day lifts over mama cedar. So the soul lives for sunsets, the spirit for sunrise, and I, At the stillness of my core, I live for the darkness that happens between the two worlds.
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Flattened sky ironed by night creased by morning beyond it the curving collar of the hills and crows, equidistant on a wooden fence black shiny button birds placed to complete the landscape time to put on the day roll myself in the fabric of normality and gather it tight shaping to fit my purpose
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Jun 2, 2024
Jun 2, 2024 at 6:02 AM UTC
Button Birds
Forty-Two: equidistant from twenty-two from sixty-two. What will happen in this middle space: raising kids and sending off parents-- Ending careers and beginning new ones? What will I recover? What will I leave behind?
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
Forty-Two
we walked there in the snow that sign post equidistant in our heads we wanted justice so we filled space with our heads we thrashed our arms demanding peace be had and then we got it now we know it's true instead we fill our heads with other things we know can't fool us too we lived our lives in wonder chasing lightening through the woods our heads were floating in the wind our hands were wielding cotton strings
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
Untitled
I figured out I always sleep on my right side So my left shoulder is larger Now I'm sleeping on my left side And pressing my left shoulder Into a foam roller There has been some improvement And I feel more symmetrical The left shoulder is now more Equidistant from the center Of my body And is closer to Matching my right
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
Improvement With My Akward Shoulder
Fast-forward and pause, Lost it in an instance, Lose my feet in this dance, I fall and crumble and I cannot stand, And I do not understand A written discourse, Paths insanities stance, That which never makes sense, It all falls and crumbles in my hands, And I do not understand Not-guilty remorse, It’s a crime of romance, Fight between fate and pure chance, I fall and crumble as a man, And I do not understand Unknown seismic force, Knowing of our ignorance, Increasingly equidistant, I fall and crumble in this no-man’s-land, And I do not understand Forgotten the source, Such a meaningful advance, Into meaningless existence, I fall and crumble with my plan, And I do not understand, No I do not understand
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
I do not understand
The old man eats his TV dinners, He's never learned to cook. He believes it's a woman's job But he never quite has the nerve to approach one. Sure, there have been some But far & in-between. They don't stay long, Bar the ones who have been there Not to love but to take. But he was smart enough To cut them off And not ache for a connection Even if it wasn't genuine. He has sense enough Yet, not exactly a kind which is common. For he finds it hard To stand on ground equidistant. But what is normal? Is it such a thing as loneliness or love Which more people take apart of? In love there is loneliness, Just as in loneliness there is love. Whether it is from hearts together Who can't stand each other, Or from hearts seperate Yet readily love one another. Is it such a thing as loneliness in love Or love in loneliness Which more people find themselves in? Of the equal strength it takes to stay There is someone stronger in leaving, Of the equal weakness it takes to wane There is someone weaker in longing. Yet, of the unrequited, These are but fancy words Which don't always flower to fruition. And love can be won through persistence, But to some it is akin to attrition. The foundation of it loose & unstructured, Rather than unbound & liberated. Perchance, by the eye which beholds; Some think it cowardly - Some think it bold. To go on loving, nonreciprocal. To go on loving, unconditional.
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Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 3:46 PM UTC
Save A Leg For Me!
As her mind perspires I'll gladly give her a reason to respire I'll be your only squire Treat you like a gentleman from Berkshire Make those heartbeats higher Dousing her sorrows Causing her to perspire Equidistant of both her lower appendages
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC
Berkshire
I soften eternity with hands on loan. acquaint myself with death by being here the whole time. I marry. I father. keep my body equidistant from kite and **** hide the boy from settled places. think of the child the adult Jesus how both could not imagine.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
gestation
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.
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
silent night.
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.
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sometimes my first thought is still you but it is dull now like a toothache sometimes my mind says your name in the same tone it uses for poetry sometimes i sit in bookshops and catch the ghost of your lily perfume but it is a distant thought a faraway noise an ephemeral scent and it is like you are here, yet not as if you are sharing your essence with another plane of existence barely here in your translucence you sit between realms equidistant over the edge it is okay, my love you can let go now i am not where you left me.
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Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
call off your ghost