Cool, Bluebird! I just participated in NaPoWriMo, so I have a bunch of poems to share! Here's one, that I also posted on the Slam:

Explosions are beautiful.

The way millions of particles collide all at once and

Worlds are formed from pure

Dust. I live for the bang of crashing

Forces. Magnetic attraction to complete

Opposites. Two hearts suddenly welded into one

By the universe’s metalsmith. A slap in the face

And the burning feeling that comes after, not just

On the outside, but all the way through.

Time is only ephemeral. Everything else:

Eternal. A billion insignificant pieces

Can create one significant universe.

Everything they have to hold onto made

Or broken in a single bang. There is nothing

Possessing in everyday routine, nothing

Taking in regularity, no new 

Sentiment to control us. No, only the complete

Overturning of all normality can be the creator

Of striking phenomena, of power for the

Powerless. Yes, it is true that

Explosions are beautiful.

Yay, another poetry thread!

This one's really sad (not inspired by any personal tragedy), but anyways. . .

untitled~  

i'm sorry i--

i let you go too soon

when you fell, you--

you closed your eyes

it was too fast--

and i, i made up my mind

i fell too

and then we were starlight  

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I'd love some critique and/or title suggestions! 

This one was inspired by a line in one of September's poems- you are my sunshine/ when skies are blue/ the sun is always there/ and a prompt- write a love/hate poem. So... (wow, my poems contain a lot of mythology references!) I'm open to critique as always.

heliophile 

you

said, "i'll be your

sunshine" and i replied,

"oh darling, but i live for rain"

the sky was blue on the day you gave me roses, even

though i'd said a

week before that

daisies were my favorite. you

don't get it, do you? I love

you in the way that humans

love the sun- i can't

live without you but

your ultraviolet rays make

me sick. My skin will

turn to parchment under

your touch and

when i finally escape

you, it'll be

too late. can

sunlight penetrate six feet of earth?

"i understand now why

Apollo had an ego and

Ra was a king."

So, the style of this poem is based on one that Mei did on her daily prompt thread. The actual content is based on the Shadow and Bone series.

Alina, Sun Summoner

Beautiful and pure

Come up from the shadows

Don't let the Darkling win

Everyone is counting on you

Forgetting you're still human

Getting worshipped must be so hard

How I wish you'd let me in

I know that I'm

Just a poor Otkazat’sya

Knowing what it feels to be

Lost

My sweet, I am become a blade for you*

Now please let me in

Or we may fall

Pushing through the bounds

Questioning the making

Ravka will fall

So will I

To the lost girl

Under the Fold

Vying for a better life

Why, oh why did you offer

Xenia to the boy of shadow

You wonder how the world will end

Zealously, the world will end