(Only one of these poems is about someone I loved)
IMPLOSION
The Life Before Sunset
It’s like lying in snow.
Some parts of you-
whatever’s left,
at that point-
start going numb,
and you never really notice
until you get up,
and try to shake it off.
You might brush your teeth,
draw the curtains,
try and dull your senses,
however, it is-
unavoidable, like an alarm
set minutes after the first one,
you can’t really sleep
at all, you wait,
and try to saviour, guess
the few seconds left.
The fever melts into the pillow
and like fire, breaks up
all parts of your conscience
until you’re not really you at all,
and you don’t even know it
until, when dark shapes
assemble by your side-
like clouds cover up the Sun
and pull it down,
darkening the landscape-
the end comes
stopping your speech
and what you had to say.
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Sunset
When enough darkness builds up
so that we can deduce: night,
night- time infects the clock.
Now the smell is wearing off
And all emotions have dissolved
into absolutely nothing.
When lightening strikes
and fires up the sky for a second
the air becomes denser
then darkness swells once again
pushing the boundaries of the room out
until you find yourself
in infinite space,
asleep.
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Sunrise
It’s still an unknown mystery
how quickly things start to sort out,
and walls fall into place again-
the Mother stands there, still upset,
the Sister thinks about the past,
the best friends never dare to move
until given a good excuse,
