Kiamm

Kiamm Oct 2014

What once made me douce
Now tends to shake screws loose.
It's surprisingly strange,
How quickly things change.

Once our relationship was completed,
I realised you were always conceited.
I can now truly confirm; love is blind.
Yet to this day you remain, stuck in my mind.

One of my first poems (only got around to uploading it now) so, obviously, it is riddled with clichéd landmines so I apologise.

*Side note: I picked up on a syllable pattern of 5, 6, 6, 5, 10, 11, 10, 11 and as such I'm coining a new metre (sticking with the clichés) called Kiamm-metre / Kiammmetre [KEY-am-eet-er] - just to justifiably use three "m's" next to one another.

**Secondary side note, for all those linguistic nerds out there, Kiammmetre is:
a, b, b, a,
a+a, a+b, a+a, a+b
where a and b represent syllables.

#kiammmetre

Kiamm Aug 2014

Love Hz

I hope you do not judge me
When I say I measure love in frequency.

It's difficult to translate my feelings into words,
What I'm trying to say is, love really hertz.

#science

Kiamm Jul 2014

Limerick

Yeah I'm a teen,
but what does that really mean?
Well I certainly don't crush candy
and at times I get a little bit randy.
But there's very little of the world I've seen.

See, because this is a limerick,
I have to be a little sick.
Spouting off ideas that make no sense.
The only thing to say in my defence:
"Well you can just **** a big, fat brick."

Alas, every poem needs an end,
and we delete, scratch, scribble, make amends.
Never knowing when to stop,
Or what content we need to drop.
What's that? Oh, excuse me, I have a fake meeting to attend...

The word "limerick" is just way too cool to not be mentioned as often as possible, I mean just take a second and look at it. Also, crudeness in limericks is as essential as a rhyming couplet in a Shakespearean sonnet.

#limerick

May 2014

MaryJane Doe

Black Hole

A desolate dying star
      burns bright
Hot is its surface
    Warming the night

Dence is its mass
As it pulls at the stars
Orbiting around it
Self conscious of scars

The white dwarfs watched
Listened and learned
As the dying star taught
Of a death well earned

Amongst dwarfs and novas
The star radiated wisdom
Passing down secrets
Until it's implosion

   Sinking
        Into
  The fabric
       Of space

Leaving
    A dark black hole

Pulling at the stars
    Still burning bright

The continuum
    Holds its soul

:* D.P.

#stars #space

Kiamm May 2014

Sticks and stones

May break my bones,
But words will never desert me.

It's not a 10w poem because the title is part of the poem.

Kiamm May 2014

The speed of dark

Light
Wages an eternal fight
Against the dark.

But hark!
For light simply fights with what it lacks...
But what does that mean if most of space is black?

If light travels at the cosmic speed limit,
Then how is it possible that darkness can beat it?

So don't believe your science teacher or your pastor,
Because the lack of light can travel a little bit faster.

Playing with the concept of darkness as if it were a physical thing. Also somewhat philosophical in the sense that even light, seen to be the fastest thing in the universe, has difficulty catching up to and facing the lack of itself, as I'm sure we all have at some point.

#enlightenment

Kiamm May 2014

Get to the point

I spent my whole life being told to simplify,
To "just get to the point".
Always asking, "How?" But never, "Why?"
Until I smoked a joint.

That's when I felt something inside of me,
Pointing out the irony.
So I gave the idea a punt,
Because that advice made me more blunt.

So sharpen your wits,
And keep them about you.
Because boxing gloves and fists
Are pretty **** blunt too.

What kind of a society are we if we constantly need things to be simplified further? Is the beauty not in the individually deciphered unique meaning?