"imploding" poems
Slowly unfold,
as you fold into me.
Two explosions that explode
imploding our senses with sensory overload
too intersections that intersect invisible
connected through connectivity
magnetized magnetically
galvanized genetically
when energized
this pleasure is derived
riveting her visibly
I convulse as you implode
Extinguishing our misery
With pleasure beyond measure
Thirst quenched physically
satisfied, apparently.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
He swells swollen with pleasures loathing
her walls anticipate hard measures imploding
the crash of his body
sending waves of pleasure
into her current
his throws of passion
deepen her depths
to depths unmeasured
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
Dripping with wetness
Tongue licking your wet lips
Drips dripping as his mouth slips
Your back curves as her waist dips
Sliding inside your precipice,
warm licks melt her core
his length stretch her sore
Soothing strong loathing
Between your legs; imploding
Fingers explore
tendons screaming
lions yearning for more
folds of flesh mesh
tongue swirling
in juices fresh
Fingers twirling
insides tense
destination distinguished
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 7:59 PM UTC
Even though a lion is trained to keep it's mouth shut, it doesn't mean it can't learn around it.
Stardust has seen and tried to stop me clean of these things that could be.
That blackhole won't solve anything,
Neither will exploding or imploding myself to wits ends.
So let me brief you just this once so listen good and listen well.
Like the lion, find your pack.
No matter how much the storms rain down hell, find a way to dispel.
Write these records, create a contraption to annoy the rains away.
But if there's nothing you can do, and trust me I know cause it's something we've all been through, go to shelter and let the damage be done.
Tomorrow we begin a new, and work around it with your crew, they may know what to do.
It's an experience we all handle.
It's a long life battle.
But at least we're not alone.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
I'm just composing all day
I'm just transposing all day
I'm just eroding all day
I'm just imploding all day
I wonder what's for lunch?
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
The Aces check their sleeves,
Hearts rippling across the breeze.
The Queen arises
Slowly,
Torn dress ripped at the knees.
The Jack saw his fill
And quickly took his leave.
Stood trembling in a doorway,
Mind struggling to believe...
The King was an alcoholic,
It was widely known to be so,
Each eve he would sit solemn,
Wine in hand and sword on show,
Clapping to the Jokers' japes
As he danced and sang
About love and fate.
But how was the King to know?
Not two rooms away
His wife had lain,
With a smile and a *****
Creating a cuckold and a fool...
The Jack had had enough
And promptly marched
To the throne room.
Armed with only knowledge,
Unleashes inevitable typhoon.
The winds will rise,
This house shall succumb,
Imploding inwards
Till the house is done.
And all that remains
Among ash and decay,
Broken hearts and broken spades,
Is the Jokers last laugh.
A mockingbirds call as daylight fades.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
so, with israel being re-established...
why do we, us,hit
europeans... even need to bother
establishing authority,
utilißing the new testament?
i quiete like the old testament
logic of:
oculus per oculus
(eye for an eye)...
because the saxon concept of
justice: i rather see...
the implosion of
blackstone's formulation...
the 10:1 imploding to the 1:10
ratio of...
a shawshank redemption...
there is... redemption...
since! there's no justice within
the post scriptum of
the hillsborough disaster...
watching people walk, the lunatic walk,
20 years later?
disorientated by the court
of justice?
re-dem-ption...
the whole aspect of: innocent until proven
guilty is horrid!
this... saxon vernacular of
that branch of philosophy that's
bogus...
namely... within origins
of the forbidden fruit...
i.e. and you know?!
really?!
no... but i'll **** to make
a standing pivot of a pawn
on a chess-board.
savvy?
who, among the europeans...
actually needs such artifacts
as new testament texts, credo,
orthodoxy, sign of the cross
greek exports?
the state of israel has
been re-established...
i don't want anything to do
with this judeo-grecian banality...
you can have you little affair over
n
e w
s...
don't worry... i'll make sure that i'm
watching... people tell a lie...
yeah: hum hum bubbly hum-hum...
am i, or are there any arizona
inbreds?
who, the hell, needs, the news testament,
within the confines of history,
dispossessing europe of it,
of an established jewish state?
one book among many...
hence the scent of a yawn...
when entering a library...
i'll do one gesture, and one gesture
alone... inclined to a replica...
ecce libra!
i wash my hands from
having any investment in it.
**** the greeks can have it...
they can keep it, cherish it,
but they better not spaghetti the old testament
with their... "ingenious" plot...
not when the nag hammadi library
emerged...
no... not now... not ever...
i detest this greek book of overt
symbolism...
their pristine alphabet,
their diacritical application,
with the pseudo-romans toying with: deaf...
or blind... whichever it is...
sandpaper... instead of a kangaroo pouch...
of inflated... soft... flesh?
i'll rip your heart out
and feed it to my neighbour's dog,
beside a bowl of water.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
I wanted to touch your fire;
feel your heat between our flame
I fed into your thirst
Now you prey on me like game
Imploding as we combust
As our skins touch
igniting the spark
That feeds the scorching flame
Burn me deep
Till my windows pane
So forever
This moment
Will remain
Pain is love
So your hurt
I can’t distain.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
Where are you Paul?
I'm in Cyberspace Mum.
My Pentium processor has broadbanded me
Into this wondrous realm.
A pixel powered virtual landscape
Peopled by avatars
Speaking Internet Slang.
FFS, *** are you talking about?
She asks.
In so many words.
I **** and ROFL at her incredulity.
It’s full of danger, that Internet, says Mum.
That’s true.
It’s full of paedophiles,
Spammers and trolls.
Hackers.
Chat-rooms and forums
Plagued by flame-wars
And spam enough to fill a trillion tins.
Sites full of viruses, Trojans, malware and spyware.
Cyber-bullies and loons abound.
But I just Love it.
A ****** addiction
Needing every fix.
A realm indeed of quantum singularities,
And imploding nebulae.
Paul Butters
(C) PB 3\9\2011 in Yorkshire.
Sep 5, 2011
Sep 5, 2011 at 11:09 AM UTC
We the hidden, now exposed
I cannot find my home.
My dance is despair,
All is salt-sweet, where is she
Who calls the us, the we?
Why do I fly
And where do I go?
The here is a tangle of
Too much bright delight
I fall, I fly, it is un-right
Lost, alone, I spin
Imploding from within
I have what we need
But the others are not here
Wet comes
In bitter spurts
And I know fear
I am afraid.
I had no need to know of this
Going, I, alone
Wings rip each drip
Oh, I go
We the hidden, now exposed
I cannot find my home.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
I am
the child of countless
genocides
of lands suppressed, who can’t
see the brighter
side
I am
the daughter of a neglected
family
who can’t look in their eyes, for they don’t care about
me
I am
the son of a town
lost in a futile
cycle
who doesn’t know how to get out, as every path
is an imploding
spiral
I am
the result of my mother
being
forced against her wishes, to think atrocity is what bore my
living
I am
the result of my father
who
sacrificed everything, just to see my life pull
through
I am
the offspring of a
colony
whose people are considered expendable, as if we aren’t all equally
holy
I am
the result of a bloodthirsty
state
who pillaged and burned
any place we saw fit, as if we carried their
fate
I am
a taker of
lives,
just as I am a bearer of
life
I am
a being of hate and
apathy
as much as I am a person of
love and
serenity
I am
the sword and the shield,
the dark and the light
the scorned and the healed
This is my story
so much as it is yours
The children of humanity
You & I
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
I have been invisible before.
My thoughts and justifications were transparent.
All anyone could see were my actions;
the way I failed and stumbled,
and ran head first into doors that lead me down path after path of distraction.
At least they seemed like distractions,
oh, but they become my destruction.
I spent my time quietly imploding,
only to change my mind last minute,
and suddenly explode.
I changed my mind,
but my body stayed stock still.
I stood in front of the judges
and while my tongue was granite,
the urge to run from the podium had never been greater.
I wished to be invisible.
I wished to go to a dark corner of the room and finish my implosion.
Out of sight,
where I could hide and self destruct without a sound.
And then if,
or when,
I picked up the shrapnel,
I could re-join everyone on stage at graduation.
I could hold my head high
and with a smile,
pretend no one saw me crumble.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC
There's a line drawn in the sand
It's a line drawn by the man
It's a line drawn by the hand
That feeds
Our breed
Misery
There are lines drawn on our faces
As sand hits the ground
These fault lines are from the races
Our lives have found
The lines get deeper
Like cuts on our skin
The lines get steeper
Like our chance to win
We're thrown into a landslide
We see the ground collapsing
For all the silly things we lie
And the things we say in passing
The momentum of this earthquake
Will never cease, only take
And these tectonic plates shift
When we live a hectic hate rift
I need safety
To embrace me
And save me from my world imploding
Before anyone can say they know me
But the planet is shaking
My mangled mind aching
I trap myself inside a steel vault
Never forgetting this is my fault
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
God is all of us collectively
collectively we are all of God
Engaged in a dance
of inhaling and exhaling
curling and stretching
imploding and exploding
Occasionally He and we...
collide
in the middle
blurring the lines between universe and atom
The pressing of atoms against
other atoms in a desire to feel
something other than themselves
To still their loneliness
they seek ***********
they crash into one another
abandoning duality and embracing oneness
You cannot tell where one ends and one begins
They become alpha and omega
horizon and sky
the ******
Love’s confusing joy
Where it all end
Everything!
And where it all begins
That explosive ecstasy
that moment and eternity
that ***********
gives focus to an energy and new life is born
Movement happens creating waves of sound
Their patterns and rhythms being the song that you hear right now
Shadow, light, line, texture, color, shape, space, and form
create the ballroom dance of the image before your eyes
And then there is breath
The caress of memory on your Inhale
the crashing release of the Exhale
and the undulating attempt to fill the Void in between
The hunger... the longing… the suffering...
for a turkey sandwich in your mouth right now…
Yearning for a human touch is what creates a new world
a new Universe and the cycles repeats
An element is born and somewhere
a star explodes scattering its seed across the universe
Saying
“I AM…”
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
*A kiss from the night
Drunk from all that pain
Struggles to breath
Can't remember her name
Lost his eyes
Love made him blind
Hate made him see
Scars remind
A story that'll fade away
Pages eaten by time
Memories don't go away
Weather is not kind
Storms bash the home
Walls ripped of from the bones
All his secrets in the open
Strangers are gone
Who will love him now
Caress and hold him now
Wipe away all the blood stained tears
Who will bring him down
From the skies he wanders at nights
Searching for a lost cause
A moon that glows in anger
A sun that's faux
A wolf howls at a distance
A dog barks nearby
Night shows resistance
Ghosts never pass-by
A bleak view from a window
And a madness from outside
A letter of hatred
Enough to hurt his pride
He cannot see but whisper
There's a tale hidden in the stones
He warns once again
About the rage hidden in his bones
No one listens
World won't skip a beat
It Dosent matter
Even if with blood he repeats
They'll only see red
Not what's in his head
They look right through him
Like staring at something dead
He's afraid of the demons
That guide him to scars
Gently takes his hand
Makes him draw on his arms
Death , he mused
Life had refused
Where to walk now
He is so confused
And lies that destroyed lust
Ashened black lies in dirt
Forgiven but not forgotten
In dark prisons they lurk
Prisoners of darkness
They weep solitude
Embracing their fate
Another sunrise they refute
And to feed them love
A mistake of the holy
Wise seeks hurt
Impervious of the story
But a mother does worry
If her child lives or not
Thirteen cents
For which he was bought
She loved him and fed him hate
Watched silently and smiled
While he ate
His mouth blood stained
From the flesh of the saints
Imploding the verses he preached
Every rule he ever bleached
Hands of god from heaven
All hell broke loose when they reached
And strangled his very neck
Coldness in his eyes
Staring at the mirrors that don't reflect*
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Limitless.
This world
Is going
To One day-
Leave behind
Dust
Converged with
The universe.
Stars exploding,
Their flesh
imploding,
With ours.
We'll still be alive,
In another form of life.
Once dreamed
An island
Where
Aqua blue
Surrounded,
So quiet.
If you
Stepped
Far down
Into the sand,
You would discover
Stairs leading to
The Sea Floor-
Breathing in,
One last time.
Merely
Water,
Looking up,
You
Discover
That you
Are in control,
Not drowning...
No longer
Weighted,
Free
To swim up
To the
Line
Where
The air
fills your
Lungs once more.
Nothing
We fear
Will
Matter,
When
We
Become
Stardust.
Stardust covering all particles.
Stardust in the air.
Stardust everywhere.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
the tears flow freely now but no noise as not to make an audience of my fake smile unraveling before them for them to see the wall coming down letting the darkness seep from the debris for they will see the true me and cower in the darkness hidden inside me
not exploding but still self destructing
not imploding but still consuming
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
Beyond the butterfly feelings
In the whirlwind of our intimacy
A full option sensual desire
Distance distancing distance
All at once till we hit the ******
The zenith of pleasures and feels
Like the breakthrough of Miracles
Sounds of Soughs, ex and in hales
Hot Moments of breathlessness
Scratches of speechlessness
Mouth agape, dead-in-moments
long squeezes, short grips, sweats
Body vibrating, breath whispering
Emotions revealing, turn ons
Passions imploding, hard ons
Intense kinetic motions of kardias
Slippery shining fleshy mammalians
Till the moment of implosion: ******
That sweet ecstasy moment when
all that exists is what you feel
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 10:09 AM UTC
Me
I quickly tap my screen to respond to your message
"I'm absolute garbage and I love you."
You
Your fingers softly brush against the keys as you type out your reply,
"You're absolutely beautiful garbage and I love you more."
Me
I thought that things would be different with you; you were so much more compassionate
"I think I'm in love with you."
You
You hesitate as you read my message, unaware of the stars that were forming in my mind at the mere thought of you
"I'm not in love with you."
Me
I read the message with my brimming eyes and soon enough, I hear the explosions in my ear of the galaxies that once formed when you told me I was an unexplainable force of nature that everyone was wary of.
I also hear the slow thudding of my heart in my ears before everything fades away and becomes numb.
You
You sit there, quiet and in deep thought
You heard the planets imploding all the way from your bedroom
But all you did was shrug, shake your head and turn up your music.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
You managed to horribly fail every test
Yet you bore the honorary family crest
Until you abandoned me
As friendship isn't free
Leaving me incapacitated
In the infernal infirmary
You had only exacerbated
My own gory purgatory
But I want to see the end of the story
Though it's not going well
Carrier pigeons bring messages of your progress
By ******** on my head
I solve the problem
By staying in my bed
When all I see is red
From all the blood we bled
There was a deep connection
Crossed with a ****** infection
You were so fundamentally friendly
Was it just for the drugs we were blending?
Now I just have nightmares of your life ending
And ponder the value of the time we were spending
Your spirit animal is a coyote
Mine an exploding car
My fragile heart is imploding
From all the black tar
Coming from your lips like the needle
Rushing through my veins until I'm fetal
From your sedating voice
I heard an invading choice
Live alone or die alone
The dog gnawed the bone with it's clone
I just want to hear you're doing fine
So I can stop feeling so **** guilty
And I don't have to hear about you again
For my heart has been untamed
When I feel this constant pain
From a friendship down the drain
There is no peace to be attained
For the friendly fire in my brain
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
each night in bed
wrestling with the moon
and my sheets
i write poems in my head
intellectual one night stands
forgotten in the morning
just words whispered away
in the cool breeze of the AC
before i fall asleep
these are my favourites
the stillborn prose
my own dark harvest
lingering like a sweet hangover
of imploding thoughts
they are mine now
gone in the dark
lost forever in my head
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
thrashing
writhing
twitching
your breaths are
silent screams of
hot air and spit
and then
broken throats
you're imploding
because exploding would
be too loud.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
I've been writing all of this poetry
my mind is overflowing.
While my body is imploding
with an electric feel it can't help but showing.
It takes me to a place in which I cannot control
who I was and who I am underneath such an everlasting soul.
But what I don't explain and what you cannot see
is the way it breathes in and out of the margin lines
for you, from me.
Every word has a meaning, every lyric has a tune
this is the life I've been living solely for you.
I've been writing papers, I've been taking exams
just to show you how great I am.
And while this life I live is appealing to you,
I find myself in a dark corner seeking the truest truth.
The truth in which I cannot explain
is the same one that you put to shame.
I live this truth everyday
but only in a dream is where it stays.
This is why I suffer, THIS is why I cry...
I'll never be good enough under my father's microscope eye.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
I'm sorry I treated you like
the groupie I've never had.
The things I said in haste
The anti-promises made
Wipe the stars from your eyes
I was more like a black hole
Imploding your soul
I ****** up your heart
And got your hopes up
I saw your dreams as meant
to be taken advantage of
Little miss broken
Mind if I muse you?
to abuse your beauty
and exploit your insides
for the sake of poetry
I could blame it on
Goddess oppression,
My misogynistic intentions
deep rooted by living vicariously
through an idea of a rockstar
Burnt out before I'm initiated in the 27 club
Black holes still in your personality
I can't just tell you
I was scraping the bottom of the barrel
Trying to keep the void filled
with inspiration
In desperation
We both ended up
occupying insides
caught in a euphoric tide
That oxytocin's a helluva drug
at least for it's half-life
We both came crashing
right/write where I intended
Reincarnated,
by the words I've mended
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 3:32 PM UTC
the edges are stained blue
and no matter
that spring is holding out its hand
in a promise,
spring becomes summer,
summer fall,
and winter again,
and the hours and the hours and the hours
and cities rise
and forests fall
once, gods
are now falling into disrepair,
temples on the verge
of imploding.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC