Short Post Apocalyptic Poems

Everything is temporary. Maybe it's not even real...
Life, this life...
I think you know, we have already been here.
Post-apocalyptic existence.
Utopian dreams.
Uncertainty at the surface,
the shift in between.
Contemplation and choice.
Birth.
Life.
Death.
They are all one and the same,
sharing the same knife,
to carve out the same name.
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Storm


   Black and gray mountains devour the sun
   churning and yearning to unleash their rage
   deafening roars bring forth their blinding fire
   with a volcanic burst of hail and rain
   as if they're striving for maximum pain
   deliver their deluge onto the land
   like a post-apocalyptic hellscape
   was always their diabolical plan
   that, along with the total destruction of man...

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I'm in love with my post apocalyptic silence
I'm in lust with my darkless absence of violence
My island 
My sun
Mind on the run

Nightfall is storm before the calm
The roof crumbles
The outside screams blood
My thoughts mutilated
So kiss my bleeding mind
And beat my stopping heart

Hold my love till daylight comes
For I never discovered you through the dark
You hit hard, you rape my heart
Till softly we do part....

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