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Lunar Luvnotes Dec 2014
What becomes of the broken-hearted?
I guess it matters who they are.
An artist? Masterpieces.
An existentialist? Epiphanies.
A physicist? Reality.
From my notebook last month. Like Jimmy Ruffin mused in his ballad, What Becomes of the Broken Hearted, I played it repeatedly as a child. His cathartic paradise moved me.
kaye Dec 2014
it was tuesday
when our physics teacher told us
you weren't coming back anymore.
"what?", i said.
i didn't hear him right,
i convinced myself.

they went on talking about the dates
and funerals
and wakes
but i didn't hear a word.

all i heard was the violent beating of my heart
and the rhythmic pounding of my head
and how i never, ever wanted to feel this way again.

and i wondered, if they knew,
that they'd have to bury me soon, too.
wait for me i'm almost there
rained-on parade Dec 2014
I think I killed myself
the day I started expecting
good things
for myself.
As if to punish myself I wish for good things.
Ruthie Dec 2014
You taught me why the sky is blue.
Darling I really amn't ready to fall for you..
Spectrums and colours,
I can only take so much.
Forbidden lovers, I've said enough.
Arun C Nov 2014
I did it
I bent the edges
now I have to find the wedges
the edge of a sphere
might be near
or a square, circle, cylinder
maybe a triangle or straight bar
find the form
inside the norm
its about perception
remember the inception
from stardust formed
from stardust one day returned
It's in and out of the mind
but you always need to be kind
striving to a higher complexity
and counting on universal elasticity
don't rush
take in the hush
before the bang
for a second you need to hang
move at an even rhythmic pace
when you bend time and space
Aaron Mullin Oct 2014
I've always wanted that transcendent kinda love
I think You and I have that potential

Only potential?
That doesn't sound very romantic
Do I have to take a test to see if I qualify?


Sorry, engineer-speak
Physics terminology is seeping in
Scratch potential
You and I are kinematic

What's that mean exactly?

It's in motion

We're in motion?

We're getting closer
Our orbits are intertwined
Unknown forces pull us together
Soon we'll basically (or literally) be on top of each other
19 August 2014
Matthew Harlovic Oct 2014
Quantum mechanics
has discovered the *heavens

but *there was
  no  God

© Matthew Harlovic
ottaross Oct 2014
What is the matter with her?
Is it dark?

She keeps it undetected
Except for occasional silent tugs and pulls
Upon the large things in her universe.
Does it stream through your hair like the solar wind
Sparkling and glowing upon your brow with aurora,
Or emanate the blue of your lowest mood
A Cherenkov glow
As the unbreakable light-speed barrier is surpassed
In the medium of your blood-filled heart?

The dark stuff is everywhere and nowhere.
Never seen before by science
You hold it deep within you
Sheltered from prying eyes
Or hungry Nobel-seeking hands
Or the silent sentinel listeners
Of the radio telescopes.

She gathers more now,
Until her fragile, silk-over-bone frame
Fills with swirling black axions
Until they spill out of her eye sockets
Like the streaks of wet mascara.
She tugs and pulls at us all,
The em-ones and em-twos are unknown
But not the universal constant
Between human hearts.
I'll leave the physics to the reader to discover. Wikipedia is your friend.
Victoria Rose Oct 2014
fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself
so maybe that's why i
hide
your identity behind a cloud
of prestigious synonyms and
truthful lies because
i'm scared
of you and
scared for you
and if
i'm not scared then i don't feel
anything
at all (when your fingers are
wrapped around mine
or wrapped around my neck) because
i feel like i'm suffocating, your
skin
used to be on mine but now my
vocal cords have been
snapped, strained, broken,
so maybe your lips
are like electromagnets;
they took away my steel strength
when
you pulled them away;
like tectonic plates evoking
an earthquake in my core, in my mantel,
maybe i am a planet
but you made
me inhabitable;
my atmosphere poisonous,
i am impossible to breathe around yet
you
had the audacity
to sheepishly hold up a second hand
gas mask
and say someone else
will one day finish
project "love"
on a tiny planet
who's name
begins with m
and ends with e
just a little thing i wrote on the bus inspired by a J.K. Rowling quote
Neda Zeidieh Oct 2014
We began solid rock
Just you and me
You loved me and i loved you too
We had an understanding
That when an object is in motion
It should continue on forever
We were in motion on and on
-------
Until that rule was broken
And we suddenly stopped moving
Gravity had interfered
And falling back we had returned
And i checked back on that rock
Not much solid it was as before
I thought i loved you
and you thought you loved me too
But to every action there is a reaction
Like every beginning has an end
Our relationship was still young
but had gradually disappeared
Like a ghost
That slowly    
f a d e d    
a   w  a  y
When it had accepted it didn't belong !
* This ones about a friend that i thought was one of my closest until we just gradually started getting to de-know each other and we grew apart until the relationship faded away like a ghost.
Ps:- of course i had to include a little bit of my physics major in one of my poetry pieces :)
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