Poetry Blogs (Physics)
She is fire,
Get close and she will melt your heart,
The light in your darkest hour
But play with her and you'll get burnt.
She is earth,
Her roots rich with self-love and worth,
The natural evolution females seek
But mess with her nature, she'll bring forth her seismic wrath.
She is air,
Free and not confined,
Moves like the wind and her path knows no limits
Saturday 10th November 2018 12:51 pm
Her universe was split into a mass of struggles and compressed emotions within an sunken space.
The collisions of depression and anxiety grew stronger forming dark energy made up of misery; it’s high density crushed happiness quicker than the speed of light.
There were once stars in her eyes, shone brighter than any quasars, but it burned away creating the black hole in her b...
Monday 9th April 2018 8:18 pm
Can starlight fathom the distance it has traveled?
Does it count the time in hours, parsecs, even knots?
If I turn on my DVD, will I thunder through the
Cosmos as another wave of noise until the hand
Of time comes to switch off the hearing-aid of God;
And then, even as the webs of interwoven disruption
Traverse the galactic heavens, the only ears to hear them
Will have been deafened by the ...
Friday 13th January 2017 11:35 am
They are going to bend minds-
they’ve thought of all kinds of things that we have never seen,
they will sustain environments and grow fruit in arid deserts
they will go to great and unseen efforts to save the planet,
they’ll shape this world into the word FRIEND.
Starvation will end and they will study the moon
and its correlation to the womb and will study women from cradle...
Tuesday 16th August 2016 10:31 am
The back and forth motion
Will produce a lotion!
Tuesday 11th August 2015 10:11 am
The poem fails
It cannot render traction
Or the queer zero,
Or mine gravity.
Panic & lapse
Immune to weak forces
Arise on threads of absence
In mechanical waves,
Muted by observation
& uncertain rules
In the chamber of bias.
An adumbration transpires.
Wanton longing. Dimension
Flattened & tamped.
Monday 20th May 2013 3:51 pm
This one is more of a story I guess, a work in progress
Time was getting old,
Things had changed from those early days.
When it was just chaos and confusion
Excitement of not knowing what would happen from moment to moment.
That was a long time ago though
Now the years where starting to catch up on him,
Age was leading to forgetfulness
When you ...
Wednesday 20th April 2011 3:15 pm