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 Dec 2015 Negative Creep
Rhiannon
one
Then I saw your skeleton,
And everything was clear.
You'd never loved me,
Like you said you did for a year.
So on with my journey,
I may never find the one.
But at least I can try to get there,
Having my share of fun.
Deep in  the Ocean of Time
Right into the layers of space
Dwelling through infinite dimensions
There existed an atom

It searched for a friend
Found one to its taste
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed

It has no name
But there was no worry
For name is but an identification

But see there's some more atoms
And they too did the same
A little bit of sacrifice
For love needs it
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed
They started dancing

Growing in complexity.
Living things, masses of atoms for they were
Dancing a pattern ever more intricate
DNA and protein
Cells and tissues
Life came
At long last man came

He was the observer
Who measures the universe
Out of the cradle
Onto the dry land
Here it is standing
Atoms with consciousness
Matter with curiosity
Stands in the ocean of time
Wondering
Aye
I, a universe of atoms?
Or an atom in the universe?

*To Richard Feynman (again)
Posted long back.

I think this is my best poem (proper) till date. Most of the times I manipulate ideas to twist them into poems (almost all of them very short). But rare few times they flow into a verse of quality. This, I think, is one such, excluding haikus.

Want to see how friends here receive it. Of course few of them might have read it.
 Dec 2015 Negative Creep
Nick
My writing skills are so good, I earned the distinction of being the only guy who got rejected by a girl because of it
I place my fingers and attempt to type,
my mind goes blank,
have all my thoughts sank?

I move my hand and try to draw,
But the vision is gone,
I don't know whats wrong.

I'm holding the pen aiming to write,
For some reason I can't,
I'm trying with all my might.

Is there something on my mind?
Is something blocking my train of thought?
Everything in my head has started to rot.

I wish to communicate,
everything I feel,
but my brain refuses to spill.

Maybe I have nothing to say,
I write nearly everyday day.
I just can't seem to describe,
All I feel inside.
Not
Not starving
Not crying
Not tired
Not sick
Not dead
But dying
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