Poems from tycooperaow
Fat Man and Little Boy
The fear of the world’s end bellows
In impending furnace of radioactive fire
Since the atrocity of 1945
Two spirits...
Trapped in a perpetual circulation of thinking,
New things occur everyday
of those things shouldn't consume your precious time
Fantasies,...
Many lives abruptly taken
Leaving the world crushed and aching
Driven by a corrupt ideology
Or just a psychotic philosophy
Their actions...
You've held my my hand whilst thus far, Barricading my innocence from the outside world, Preventing me from the "exploding" star, Casting...
The world is extravagant, Knowing that you are only across the Earth's blue blanket, It's an adventure worthy of the valuable trinket, ...