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kailasha Dec 2016
"
There are two kinds of space exploration:
One: you do with physics.
The other: you do with poetry.
The best astronauts I know
Defy gravity with words.
And it gives me hope
That maybe I don’t need
12,000 kilonewtons of sheer force
To know the universe where I belong.
"
will still be attempting to open an astrophysics book this holidays
lei Dec 2016
He was my sun, every single planet in my body revolved around him.

The days seem so much longer when I don't meet the light of his gaze.
It was agony.

Every moment we are together,
an hour seems like one second.
It was in these moments wherein I knew what happiness felt like.

I hope I don't grow old like this:
depending on the few days I'd have by your side.

Everyday I'd pray
for a chance that gravity
can grant me my one wish.

My wish of being in his orbit,
and he in mine,
for eternity.
somewhat inspired by baek yerin's across the universe.
Francie Lynch Dec 2016
Why do you put up with a social climber
With two rungs left
Before his feet touch the earth?
Is it pity, empathy or indifference?

Choices are often ultimatums;
Free will is frequently channelled;
Chaos and dominos infiltrate like moles;
Serendipity and chance prevail.
A few rungs were damaged,
And the playing field is never level.


Why do you put up with one so down?

Ladders, she says, extend both ways,
The angles depend on aspirations.
Going up varies,
Coming down, inevitable.


She concludes with:
*The law of gravity is grave.
That's how.
Mims Nov 2016
Oh how clever thought I!

To climb so high!

So far!

And reach for the stars!

So high!

To touch the sky!

Branch after branch!

Climbing away from fear!

And towards opportunity!

Oh thought I!

I leaned on the top branch!

Looking out upon the cloudy sky!

Wind whipping through my blonde hair!

What a beautiful day!

What a beautiful sky!

What a perfect moment,

To learn how to fly!

My feet left the branches,
As I jumped and then soared,

But my soaring was short.

Don't ask me why I'm not sure,

I flew yes I swear,

For a moment at least,

Then I was snatched out of the sky!

By a bear,
By a beast!
And his name,

Was gravity.
Writing style inspired by Edgar Allen Poe
Grey Oct 2016
Electricity runs in my blood,
Painting the trees a more vibrant green,
Than the unburning eye can see.
The taste of the air.
The burn of ice in my lungs.
The charge under my skin.
The world moves in slow motion,
But my heart beats fast in my chest,
And I feel warmth run to my upper lip.
The red is startling,
Sends my mind into fright,
But I soon relish in the feeling.
Seemingly alive for the first time.
Seemingly dying.
The feeling of birth and death as one.
The feeling of life and decay as one.
The feeling of adrenaline and sleep.
My hands are shaking.
My hands are shaking.
I got blood on my sleeve.
I want it in my mouth.
I put the fabric in between my teeth
And ****
But I can taste no copper.
I am trembling,
The chalk lodged in my throat.
I am flying high,
So high.
And know it will pass.
I am Icarus flying by the sun
I am Daedalus, ashamed of his failure
My fingers do not craft wings,
But words.
Endless, nonsense words
That my mind deems sensible.
But I am Newton.
But all things must fall,
And gravity has it’s hold of me.
It never brings me down gently.
All things must fall.
Even stars must fall.
Even stars.
Even angels.
Even lovers.
I love it,
love.
I love love.
I love to love.
I hate to lose.
I miss it.
I miss loving.
I miss falling.
I miss the natural drop.
This is artificial,
Electricity holding my wings aloft.
The wind whispers no poetry.
This is not beautiful.
This is not harps and angels.
This is not making love in the hay fields.
This is not a dive off of a cliff.
This is the bass in my ears.
The whispered hush in my head.
The shaking of my desperate legs.
And I hear the beat drop.
All things must fall.
All things must fall.
Even girls must fall.
Even boys must fall.
Even the place between must drop to it’s knees and beg.
See me.
See me.
Watch me as I burn myself to the ground.
Watch me hit the ground.
All things must fall.
Sydney Ann Oct 2016
What I'd really like to do right now is kiss you really intensely
With a lot of feeling
Drops of emotion will condense like dew on your skin, iridescent magenta
Maybe every kiss will seep into you and radiate pink, until we're both glowing
Maybe you'll get goosebumps even though my hands are warm and I'll trace love letters across your skin
We'll blend together until you can't tell where you end and I begin, for a split second, we'll have the same sighs, the same laughs, the same eyes that see the same things
Something otherworldly, I feel otherworldly sometimes when I'm with you
You sometimes break the world when I'm with you, so we exist is some other place
Some other world that can handle the gravity of your kisses
Grace Sjolander Oct 2016
The moon
The sun;
They’re lovers,
And best friends:
Chasing each other
For all of eternity.
You are my moon
And I am your sun.
You are my gravity
And I am your light.
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Elioinai Sep 2016
There are no words
to describe what You were
what there wasn't
what You had
For words were Your first creation
sounds into a void at once brought into being
thoughts of neverending force
shot forth
in the absence of gravity
never to be taken back
I don't know how God began creating. It's interesting to wonder about
Christopher Burk Sep 2016
My facade was so strong you called me. friend.
I guess it was just meant to be a bitter end.
But when your whole movie is made of sunshine and rainbows.
It has to be violent for the sake of show.
I spent so long in hiding like in bitter captivity.
Pretending not to be lost in your pull like gravity.
You made me smiley and all warm inside
Lost on your letters trying to hide.
But then i told you the truth trying to set myself free.
Then you backed off and brached out like a tree.
Your roots came up and we both went down.
All i said was i love you but you didnt see it my way.
The only thing you could think of was how to get rid of me now that you know im...gay.
Hiya Biswas Sep 2016
He was my sun, my world revolved around him.
I was his earth, I was his world.
We lived on a planet that insisted that love was like falling.
Fell down too far,
Felt the darkness envelope us.

Until he decided to defy gravity, rising like a star.
He left me here, on this Earth.
But he was my sun, so my world no longer turns.
And I’m stuck here on this endless day,
While my lover reigns over the night sky.
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