beebox
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Aug 3, 2017
- Messages
- 119
I've been urged to share my work, so here goes. Just a few more recent ones. I've been writing since I was 7-8 years old. It's the love of my life.
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votre petite bombe atomique
Tuesday,May 30, 2017
11:43PM
the upward pendulum
swings as a metronome
within my ribcage -
a timekeeper, an apprentice -
i could be the destroyer of worlds.
mushroom clouds born from
my palms - I create life then
I create death - I'll bring
the end of days straight
to your mouth.
I will dissolve the sky,
digesting thunder and
birthing a hurricane -
this is my design -
complete chaos.
the time of my undoing is nigh -
post-haste, I dare not wait;
watch as I unravel across
the sea,
watch as I engender the night.
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l'autre femme
Tuesday,May 30, 2017
6:14PM
I am wax,
melted and misshapen,
my golden hue dimming,
my dreams, forgotten.
I tried mightily
to climb into her skin,
absorb her fibrils,
digest in her bowels.
I can disappear as the night -
bang my heart until it is her heart,
my mind, her mind -
a walking persona of she you loved so well.
***
claque, aveugles
Monday,July 24, 2017
12:53AM
Remember that little freight train?
He took me by the arm, whispering
"let mefind it, let me find it" and
his ocean blues became magnetic --
a spotlight birthing life into
my turquoise veins.
Purple hues and black stars form
as a tree of life blooming on my skin --
I slammed you and you hit me and
it felt likeI was full of sound and kissing
god for the first,
the last time.
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votre petite bombe atomique
Tuesday,May 30, 2017
11:43PM
the upward pendulum
swings as a metronome
within my ribcage -
a timekeeper, an apprentice -
i could be the destroyer of worlds.
mushroom clouds born from
my palms - I create life then
I create death - I'll bring
the end of days straight
to your mouth.
I will dissolve the sky,
digesting thunder and
birthing a hurricane -
this is my design -
complete chaos.
the time of my undoing is nigh -
post-haste, I dare not wait;
watch as I unravel across
the sea,
watch as I engender the night.
***
l'autre femme
Tuesday,May 30, 2017
6:14PM
I am wax,
melted and misshapen,
my golden hue dimming,
my dreams, forgotten.
I tried mightily
to climb into her skin,
absorb her fibrils,
digest in her bowels.
I can disappear as the night -
bang my heart until it is her heart,
my mind, her mind -
a walking persona of she you loved so well.
***
claque, aveugles
Monday,July 24, 2017
12:53AM
Remember that little freight train?
He took me by the arm, whispering
"let mefind it, let me find it" and
his ocean blues became magnetic --
a spotlight birthing life into
my turquoise veins.
Purple hues and black stars form
as a tree of life blooming on my skin --
I slammed you and you hit me and
it felt likeI was full of sound and kissing
god for the first,
the last time.