Disbelief is what hits me first.
The sheer, utter weight of his confession; of his mother’s confession.
The staggering magnitude of being cherished.
It doesn’t seep into your bones like a soft, knowing gradual half-glass-of-water.
It hits you like a bullet train.
Cataclysmic, impertinent, scarring.
Nausea follows.
The drum at the back of my head plays a throbbing beat I can’t outrun.
It’s so catchy.
The holes in my pupils play hide and seek with the burn of my palms.
It’s so dire.
The weight of my body sways in desperation to stay in sync with the glint of my rings.
It’s so familiar.
The words are an attempt to slip into the invisibility of my armour.
It makes me feel;
Denial. Dissent. Dispute.
It makes me crave;
Imitation. Simulation. Replication.
All while I am solely trying to remember,
how it feels to have a heartbeat.
Big boom, world all gone,
"Finally," sighed one small bug,
"Some peace and quiet."
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Creating damages that will cause a hole
A powerful bang, pulling down the pole
The tree has fallen, no place for the owl
A U-turn becomes a continuous roll
Causing so much effect to break the bowl
Long lasting deviation, making the toll
Young soul affected, or of nation’s goal
Scarce invertebrates for the hungry mole
Major change, devastating to the whole
Christmas day on planet E
each pine tree
deliciously planted
uprooted
the sky is tinsillated, stars replaced by screwy bulbs
and to top it all off – mind you, like a cherry on top
a fat man in a red suit is flying through outer space
a U N I V E R S A L catastrophe
I saw a pigeon;
I heard a ' bang!'.
There was no bird.
I saw a plaice;
I heard a 'splash!'.
There was no fish.
I saw a tree;
I heard a 'hack!'.
There was no forest.
I saw a house;
I heard a 'boom!'.
There was no shelter.
I saw a Man;
I heard a “nothing!”.
There was no being.
Onward now to vanquish the behemoth
And bequeath the cataclysm unto your kindred
Some squishy doom lingers
On that lithe aquiline figure in the distance
Guttural pinks cannot fathom
This species of maritime tranquility
As anchor splashes into ocean
Waves kiss splintering crevices
Beneath the moonlight-bathed rebellion
Of scoundrels squabbling over air
While the captain slumbers beneath
The bellows of his brethren
Behold! the spoils of the lines
A falcon tarred and feathered
Lashed upon the bow supine
In payment for his prophecies
Which guide the ship beyond the world
To where the phantom doth reside
First,
there was an exploding sound,
everyone looked around,
then the plane was going down,
the captain heard
his co-pilot utter a curse word,
but before he could take another breath,
and prepare himself for death,
the plane exploded in a cataclysm of light and sound,
and moments later,
only debris hit the ground.
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