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Heaven or HellI wait for you As one awaits the apocalypse, (A pair of lips) As one awaits a meteor shower Kissing the Earth’s cheek,Heaven or Hell
Or a swirl of city lights In the spiral of a black hole, Hugging and tugging
All into chaos.
I wait for you As one awaits a horizon of tidal waves. In reckless reverence, I await the rolling wash, The rushing and crushing Of euphoria and ecstasy.
I await the gallop of four horsemen, A frenzied barrage of limbs
Upon my frail soil, Wondering if they will deliver me Into the fiery glow of
by ~deus-ex-ego
MotherAn army of one, She traces the table’s perimeter, Discovering… Ashtrays of smoldering cities, No survivors Old plastic flowers, Drooping like Dali, Shapes and colors blurred, A nuclear smear Fingerprint tracks in a sheet of dust, Trail off to nowhere. They are near. Chemical warfare, Bleached white, And she is victorious. One battle down. As she stares into them, The hordes of dust motes Which now surround her, Battalions by bits anMother
by ~deus-ex-ego
Broken Shingles “Are you coming, or should Tristan change your diaper first?” Max’s whisper hissed briefly before dying in the night, as bitterly impersonal as the static of a radio turned off abruptly. “Anthony, come on. You don’t want Max to get mad, do you?” said Tristan, kneeling to help his brother. “It’ll be alright. Besides, you have to see this. It’s beautiful.” Slowly, Anthony pulled himself up the rungs of the ladder, collapsing onto the roof. He trembled, gripping onto Tristan’s rags. “SoBroken Shingles
by ~deus-ex-ego
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DelugeTributary waters end in flood at hand You traced through my rivers upstream Looking for the sourceDeluge
How can I explain? If everything is a flood I must have no current.
Inundated with each other Eyes afloat over
An ocean of love Islands of fingertips and elbows And knees Spine mountain ridges and ribbed planes The twin valleys In the hollows of our throats Awash
We explored our new terrain
With the fearlessness of the seldom alone Although we both know
That this is not the case
For I have been alone my
by ~evelynmar
CreationismOut into the void, hands caressing our emptiness (careless lovers that we are). Cold kisses like ice comets; our eyes twinkling merrily in the deep black. Fingers sliding down nebulae and pockets of dark matter; grinding molecules,Creationism
element on element.
The slow exchange of O2, CO2, and N; slow churning creation. The ever unsatisfied yearning of g r a v i t y The deep p u l l
of world bodies across endless space, solar-wind-gasping into infinite
by ~RedVelvetMarius
Song of MyselfIn my world, there is only me, because without meSong of Myself
there would be no world for me to see or hear or touch or taste or smell or know or love. I am everything that truly matters to me.
I talk to myself and I’m my own best audience because I know what I mean, even if no one else does. I accept myself and I am my most adoring fan because I support my decisions even if no one else does.
There is no one in this world that knows as much about me as I do, and I love that about myself.
I am an enigmatic, vertically challenged teenager on the brink of discovering the secret of &
by ~EndersShadow
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