"implosions" poems
implosions are for starfish and our mission is clear. we have nowhere to be from
and that's half the battle. we are seldom unbridled in the chastity of our carnal bluff...
and our cages are breathing. we are finally designing our most daring Inertia.
both mum on the details in the devil's flotsam. we jot some of the names of the nameless...
on the outside of Dixie cups. like mint julep promise to a tangerine honest.
again and again, we ache through the breeze of our soothing traumas. we court the verity of a sham.
we blast through the congregation of our adversary, snipping varmints from a stale camp
in the southernmost of our due south,; where they fear the bonfire until a vagrant maps
the flaming tongues to a long kiss.... and we crash upon the shore
of Never Asked.
but regret This.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
and
just like that
I am falling
unfolding in your eyes
layers of shadows unraveling
in polar-laced
spirals of hunger
deep freeze melting upon tongue
an icy build-up
thawed in seconds
for my very cells burn
beneath your gaze
as you take in the fullness
of my presence
despite the smoky,
glass-paned haze
My presence-
suffused with
the darkness of silk-
I want it to graze your skin
the most gentle feather
stroking emotion
coaxing out the
delicately-wrapped
firestones in you
spinning them into
a frenzied lava-slaked ocean
and then those unexplained,
flurried lattice flakes
that somehow soothe and cool
within this inferno
of just-missed proximity
My essence
is cast like a net
over you
as we dive into
the volumes
as I pull the
heated visions out of your mind
feel your heart's closest
most tiny reverberations
little beats barely heard
yet in some unlikely way
pump blood into mine
Undo me
as my wet blue pools
dissolve into yours
my trussed-up implosions
flowing out in air-spun tempest
Unwrap my defenses
a soldered-up dam breaking
a glass tubular bell
hairline fracture quaking
Strip me bare
no need to even touch me
for the vapors of
your voice
remove the layers
of debris
like the steam of earth
irons out
the blackened quilt of sky
to reveal
the altar
of our
stars
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 4:07 AM UTC
Squall
by Michael R. Burch
There, in that sunny arbor,
in the aureate light
filtering through the waxy leaves
of a stunted banana tree,
I felt the sudden monsoon of your wrath,
the clattery implosions
and copper-bright bursts
of the bottoms of pots and pans.
I saw your swollen goddess’s belly
wobble and heave
in pregnant indignation,
turned tail, and ran.
Published by Chrysanthemum, Poetry Super Highway, Barbitos and Poetry Life & Times. Keywords/Tags: pregnancy, pregnant, goddess, belly, wrath, anger, storm, monsoon, hormones, pots, pans
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC
Things blow up
People throw up
And then walk on
A land mine
When they talk on
A landline
I try to enjoy myself
But enjoyment has stealth
And eludes
Which secludes
Happiness hides
Behind sentinel shrapnel
That makes us abide
The rules of this flat Hell
There are frequent explosions in my mind
They are sequenced implosions through time
I have poor explanations
For my inflammations
My hands fumble
My brain crumbles
Progress is lost
That's the cost
Frustration cooks
From holy books
And constitutions
That can't be changed
Or rearranged
So we're gridlocked in an explosion
In Hell's fruitless fire we are frozen
Explosions dot the planet like acne
Humanity has no choice except to get older
Sharing information is our main asset yet we grow colder
We must evolve together
We're doomed to be tethered
So we must gel
To avoid Hell
There are monsters in our midst
In our mind is where they sit
We must expel them together
Or we'll be exploding forever
Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
Searching for peace
Amsterdam in 1998
Not all of 'i' returned in 99
But i was confusing
Happiness with contentment
Still searched, relentless
Even after the implosions
Decided to give myself
To the highest feelings
(when I still had feelings)
To join it, not become it
You seem to search
For my stupid opinions
Now, listen
I breathe out
Now, i can
'paranoidly'
Recognise some of your
Patterns, are you trying
To force me to reject
And fight you?
You had everything
You needed beforehand
And you abused the hand
You fed from
I want to forgive
I want to forget
(more than I already do)
The struggle
Would be good for me
I know that.
I know that
You should never allow
That
(paranoid again, sorry)
I want my arms
To encircle and crush
My current existence
But currents and vibes
Are all your creation
And my inflection.
I really dont think
I need your arms anymore
(sure, it would be nicer, maybe easier)
But if you knew me before
Why are you surprised?
I knew kids could be cruel
Tougher lesson is
Knowing adults never grow anywhere
And have more tools of manipulation
Than an innocent at the point of
Creation.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
I was changed.
Not changed like the tide,
which always changes back
But changed like an atomic bomb
went off in my body, in my heart.
She was a nuclear reaction
A tiny bit of matter that alters the state of everything she touches.
She was radioactive,
You could feel her coming.
She was a bomb
And I'm a lost atoll,
drifting in the Pacific.
Destroy me in the most
beautiful of explosions.
Split me, subatomically,
and realign me how you wish.
She was science and she was engineering.
She was mankind's best,
doing mankind's worst.
She was detonation,
She was a split second explosion.
Depth charges that awaken,
Super sonic flash wiring,
blinding brilliance.
She was self destructive implosions
Bringing down the walls.
I'm a deserted structure,
waiting to be torn down.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
Orbiting freely,
black holes silently spin me,
within an unconquered void of darkness;
Supernova implosions, rebirth, ensuring starlit skies.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 9:19 AM UTC
The road is paved with emotional landmines encircling my every move.
And every sign that comes down this highway seems to remind me of you.
Almost as though I have been down this road, but the view is all but the same.
I'm not driving in circles, but some how it swirls back into painful war games.
Explosions, implosions, dismembered emotions at what point will it all end?
What do we gain when love turns to pain and hearts can no longer mend.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 6:58 AM 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
We lay down here,
Totally naked cuddled close,
Its not the ****** but the very beginning,
Can you hear the birds chirp,
They sing to imply knowledge of different universes,
As ur fingertips tickle my torso,
Look at the stars out there,
They look as if Spelling TRUTH,
Truth of our love,
Our brains wondering and pondering,
Resonating to feel all the feelings at the same time,
You ask me to guide to the ultimate truth,
Close ur eyes honey,
Just breathe with me,
As I breathe in, you do it out and viceversa,
Breathing shows us the path,
Because Air is present all around the earth.
And it consists micro-scent of ether,
Thats omnipresent throughout the universe.
It brings us knowledge of worlds beyond,
Your ******* so errotic, caressing mine,
I get goosebumps.
On every tip of my hair,
The light shines,
Can u see, its telling u something,
We are not the body,
We arent even the mind,
Close your eyes,
Feel my lips on yours,
You taste so sweet,
Concentrate between your brows,
Dont think of anything,
But just feel,
The planets,
The suns,
The moons,
Constellations,
Meteors,
Explosions deep in the sky,
Implosions that create black holes,
Go inside the black hole,
You are too strong to disintegrate,
A differemt world there exists,
Maybe demigods reside there,
I love your soft glowing skin,
The curve of your hips and *****
I love to caress your backbone,
Love the way you kiss my chest,
Time,
Wish I could just stop time now,
But no, you need to travel,
Touch all the time of all tbe 36 dimensions,
These times consist of knowledge that would lead your soul to its destiny.
Your neck seduces my hormones,
Is it cold there in outer space,
Maybe you are far beyond this world of planetary bodies and suns,
Maybe you see all the universes as a miniscule,
Yes go beyond that darkness now,
Dont worry sugar,
Im there wid you,
Kissing you, just feel the energy of my touch.
Now maybe you see a white dot from there,
Thats the miniscule I was talking about,
All the universes and dimensions in one white dot,
Thats the result of the ultimate truth,
It consists of all the facts which our soul seeks as knowledge,
Im inside u now,
Splitting your virginity,
Lets come together and touch the wild yet gentle ******
I told you I can just guide you to the truth,
And I showed it to you,
But what does it imply,
Where did all this start,
The big bang.??
Or before bigbang.?
Concentrate between your brows.
You'll get it someday soon,
Just a few light years it takes to touch the Truth.
I love you.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
What was it about omnipresence that appealed to me
so much that I destroyed myself -
one mountain at a time, one boundary at a time -
until the alarms stopped going off at breaches?
The magpies don't sing when they're sad, so what am I
when I laugh at myself for crying?
Who am I looking for when my pillows waft voiceless lullabies
from a bed half-empty? (half yours, half mine,
and I don't know which one's missing.)
What was it about hedonism that disgusted me
so much that my body rejected kindness -
every peace offering, every affectionate touch -
until it could no longer hold itself together?
Metaphors, like escaped prisoners, running for a life anywhere that isn't here,
anywhere that isn't me,
and I fold and break into myself
in muted, nondescript implosions.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
*Strung together
within lit poetry,
moon kissed
constellations,
illuminating
lovers midst
fiery horizons,
as perplexed skies
joined the oceans
to see what the
star implosions
were contemplating,
cosmoses metaphorically
sparkled intentions
'pon pinnacles of darkness,
and the light of
poesy was ignited*
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
If you leave who will prove that my cry existed?
Tell me what was I like before I existed.
Once by my ear, having passed through my brain
I can barely remember your sigh existed.
She tried to replace cake with another’s bread
although we all knew no supply existed.
I reached my goal anonymously
They had no knowledge my try existed.
Bursting with implosions and marble-seamed spikes
you, Annie, were thus, before “goodbye” existed.
Oct 18, 2022
Oct 18, 2022 at 6:09 PM UTC
I'm into psychedelics and long night of, elapsed time
spent reading poetry, written by obscure personas
attempting to find solidarity
the cosmoroma of life makes me spin
-- is it really 4 a.m again
maybe the third dose of emotions
Are causing my unnatural adderall implosions.
Iv done this before and ill do it again
Stay up all night and indulge
The war in my mind between who i am and want to be.
Ambitious zeal
A thirst for passions
artistic creation
A fear of not being what i want
decomposition on the Hawaiian Island
Lose of whits somewhere past the horizon.
island fever
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
Another burning body
cast by the candlelight
is a dancing soft reminder
of all the ghosts inside
There is a burning building
trapped out in the night
where the people on the top floors
would rather burn than fly
Your drowning all your sorrows
that you found in the unknown
seeing the somber path before you
carved into this game of thrones
Just another drowning soul
each of them lost at sea
and we give them our best wishes
instead of what they need
You'll call it fate,
I'll call it karma
You'll call it faith
in the armada
The blossoms of unconscious
found in the ambience of sleep
interrupted by explosions
and implosions of a dream
Like how nothing seems to make sense
without a bit of consistency
and how life just seems to roll on
giving us no time to breathe
You ask me all the questions
you've picked up through your life
and the only answers I can give
are the elements of surprise
We spend so much time on thinking
trying to make everything seem right
that we forget there are no answers
that can't be figured out with time
You'll call it fate,
I'll say your right
There's no point in wasting time
on another endless fight
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
Her mind's a beautiful mess
Bundles of nerves pathways of stress
Neuronic implosions she's got no rest
You find her strange like she's compressed
Ready to blow if she hits a crest
So you slice her open run some tests
Find her crazy as expected unless
She's actually unbelievably blessed
With the capacity to think and process
Beyond all the pomp and dress
And elevate herself with finesse
Above that which is meaningless
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
I’ve lost track
How many times I found you
In the middle of the chaos
I’ve lost my tongue
So many times trying to talk to you
I shout
My chest exhale
The memories of our time
I’ve lost my heart and my eyes
Crying
Smiling
Giving
Receiving
All at once
Implosions in the sky
Like fire
Like you and me giving light
I wrote once
I would eat you with kisses and hugs
And now I could say it to you
You are
My love
The once upon a time
I am kidding
But you are nice
I am in the darkness
And
You are creating sparks
You are static
I am here
Moving atoms
Starting life
Like him
Like her
Like everyone else
This is intense
We both know that
Like animals made of shining
Like a river full of stars
Murmurs in the plague
From the beginning of time
Somebody have been fighting for us
This is epic in scale
Not important
In human life standard time line
History for the rich
Golden death
Silence in memory of the deceased
Melting crash spasms and bang
I would eat you with kisses and hugs
I am like a child
A romantic one
Collecting flowers where no grass grow
Vast emptiness populating the skyline
We are dreamers
God and the rest of the gods
Maybe arguing
Arguing about us
Sheep’s turtles and fireflies
We are trying to improve our life
Sorry Sorry Sorry!!!
Sheep’s turtles and fireflies
We are devastated
Our way to stand up
Tends to take you with us
To never come back
Words could fix the world
Education respect empathy and the rest
Come to us
Come if you care
Always open to change
I think of you
and peace appears
you are like me
because we are like them
who are they?
You asked
You and me and them
I said
Arms and shoulders
Distance between us
Embracing the horizon
Molten bodies
Together on the sand
Distance between us
It is a bit sad
Cosy at the same time
Forgetting about the past
Time passes in front of us
Scales trips and fragmented memories
Dismember your life
Don’t look back
Echoes from the past
I have grass
Chicken eggs and a cow
I also have a car
A baby and a wife
This happens just at night
Once I tried to die
I took some pills
I tried
Today I am still here
I felt
I needed to say it
Some times I also like to trip a bit
Visiting places and dreams
The nothing
The immensity of the fight for our essence in life
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC
You don't know it
But we share the armor I built
Against this pain.
We are
Inches away
Separated by paper thin steel
Mirror-plated.
You don't know it
But I defend you
More doggedly than I defend myself.
Because if this thick black mist of anguish
Cuts through to my heart
It's been there
And there is a space for it.
I can mimic the bright world until I am like it again,
With my looking glass skin and eyes,
And nobody will be the wiser.
You don't know it
But I fight for you
So you'll not feel the sting of the shrapnel
Spinning off from my implosions
Daily.
You don't know it
But you've been getting better than my best
Since the day you told me it hurt.
You don't know it
But this IS
The most I can do.
I repair the cracks
Quick and quiet
But sometimes the image remains a little
Warped.
You don't know it
But this is
The smoothest course there is.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
No-one wants your bruised heart. They
don't want your sinking eyes,
still sinking.
Don't go to them
with your hot-flaccid arms and legs, at the ready to melt - they
are not concerned with the currency of high-sloped waves.
Or the heavy part of the ocean that speaks
only to itself and the sky.
Realise that implosions, for them,
are silent
and boring - now, you are implosions:
your voice, your thoughts, your blockings, constantly
*******
But sweep it all under some dusty rug, for you
to trip on later, because they
don't want anything of you that is not happy.
Drain your being of all its depths.
Then continue every day as a sculptor: chiselling
at yourself until you form a smile;
filling your sockets with sand.
Deception is the art they prefer.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
Universe is macroscopic
Atom is microscopic.
Universe is astral,
Atoms are universal.
Berthed in the crevice of cosmos,
Look far beyond the globe for trespass,
In timeless time to sense its size,
Along an obscure distance to deal,
At the pace of thunderous lightning.
Unending end begins to end endlessly.
Peep deep into the bottom of atom,
Behold how the nucleus holds the atom,
Proton-neutron welded safe in stem,
Powerful electrons circle in tandem.
Deeper you disclose, the deeper it displays.
Beware; atom bears an explosive energy,
Tap it safe with your wisdom and synergy,
No words and verse can describe universe.
Explored by explosions and implosions,
World is an infinite nuclear complex.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
Before you leave,
you kiss me with words.
But me, well there is nothing,
to sell me to make me believe.
Sitting there,
two-thousand tons of stone,
and the implosions of every Sun,
leaves me alone staring anywhere.
The story of me is torn,
the pages all burned to ash,
the chapters born new,
whats more when I don't have you?
I knew what you had to say,
even before your lips opened.
That day was the last sliver,
in the setting Sun of our past.
Too busy with ideas and thoughts,
my mind raced to the cliffs of sorrow,
wishing I could borrow, what I won't find,
and that would be another moment of faded time.
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 3:05 PM UTC
riffed on and on
about these implosions that is the world inside of me
pretty words and raw sketches did not get it any lovers
lovers that only knew to love
and everything else felt so vacuous
so lacklustre
dissect me, let me be your science and god- i plead again
but i thought i am not reaching you because my words were not adept
so i made it better and i was all the more unreachable
until maybe i thought that was fine,
i will be unreachable, sad but well
will you reduce me, let me be an atom that intrigues you endlessly
so i plea
so i plea
shamelessly
i will make you coffees and teas and potions unheard of
i will let you cut into flesh of my dreams,
we will make love in a cobweb of intricately beautiful poetic delusions
but i am tired too
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC
Energy on Deck, Compiling Lyrics Generator trapped inside is a rapper ready to internally combust implosions of Free Man Words All he wants is to lyrically break down Ideas into Music Boxes and Compartamentalize words by writing sounds into thoughts that can blast through speakers on a Boom Radio
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC