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basil Sep 11
why do i always fall for the ones
that are unable to talk about their feelings
and get close without getting close to people
the ones with fires in their mouths
and ash in their eyes

maybe i have a passion for self destruction
by someone else's hand
or maybe i just have a kink for
people who empty me out
people who i empty myself out for

you didn't love me and i accepted it
because that's what i deserved
she doesn't love me either
but i don't want to accept it

because somehow by not loving me
you taught me that i deserve love
I LOVE U STEPHEN CHBOSKY !!!!

i also love u, delinquent. stop showing up in my dreams or i'll break ur kneecaps backwards <33

09.10.2021
Stephen Lindow Aug 2020
I took a crow's
attention from
Mt. Fuji---
and now feel stupid



Rain pachinkos down
through neon characters:
GOOD NOODLES HERE



When I die I hope
all my dreams were recorded
onto DVD



Dear Moon,
hold still! The owl
has just started its song



When you return---
come thru the garden,
I've grown something
sweet for you



I watch ostrich
play tic-tac-toe
in the sand



In frosting silence,
sharp things become smooth
if kept in the sky long enough



Lying on the earth,
transparent katydids crouch
on my face---thru them,
I watch the Milky Way



The deaf church
cricket who is afraid
of heights

*

As I am someone else's opinion,
I try to understand myself as a stranger.
I am familiar because of the strangeness.


On a funny note, I've been writing senryu for years and hadn't known it. Nietzsche also wrote in apercu--- but I hadn't known that either. I also take influence from the poetry of Jim Harrison and John Haines.
IncholPoem Jan 2019
An  artificial  planet
was  being  ready
in  space.



Already  a  sun
was  in  space
which    was
producing  energy  
b­y  Einstein theory.


But   it  is  to  see
the  implementation  of
theory  of  Black  Hole  ­of
Stephen   Hawkins.
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2018
STEPHEN HAWKING PASSED AWAY
A GOLIATH OF MANKIND
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING
WITH AN ADVENTUROUS INQUISITIVE MIND


WITH HIS PASSION FOR SCIENCE
AND HIS LOVE FOR OUT OF SPACE
HIS CONCERN FOR MAN AND THE
EXISTENCE OF THE HUMAN RACE



WITH A HEART OF GOLD
AND A LOVE OF ALL THAT WAS KIND
WITHOUT HIS PRESENCE AMONG US
OUR FUTURE IS HARD TO FIND


HE THOUGHT OF WHAT COULD BE
AND SAW THE STRENGTH IN US ALL
HE HOPED THAT MAN WOULD CARRY ON
BEFORE WE ALL WOULD FALL



STEPHEN HAWKING WILL ALWAYS BE
CLOSE AND NOT TO FAR
FOR HIS SOUL WILL LIVE FOR EVER MORE
IN EVERY SHINING STAR
STEPHEN HAWKING HAS PASSED AWAY A BEAUTIFUL AND INQUISITIVE MIND AND A WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING. HIS FASCINATING WONDER ABOUT THE COSMOS AND OUR ROLE IN THE UNIVERSE GAVE HIM A GIFT THAT HE SHARED.

REST IN PEACE
A mind so brilliant
Genius that's consilient
Everyone thought he'd die but he was resilient
But he crafted a legacy that's so transilient
It's almost impossible to match
These hateful comments that he achieved nothing and will go to hell
Don't worry, stay in your thatch
Nobody will remember you there
Nobody will hear your blares
You crafted your own mare
In the name of struggle
Take a deeper look into the mirror after your mouthwash guggle
And tell me what you have accomplished
People won't have time for you're always angry or complaining

In his words he couldn't omit
But he found a way to transmit
Across all ears and minds
Perishing on Einstein's birthday
Such a Genius is hard to find
We'll never be able to replace him
Our race didn't deserve a Man like him
The day felt much more grim
Without his brilliance flying out of the whim
R.I.P Stephen Hawking
E over c2 Mar 2018
A modern day Renaissance Man
Is a scientist who can feel without a theory
Who can theorise without feeling

Seperate,  his emotions and logic lie
But together when needed again

Crafting himself a world that is both beautiful
And efficient


So Einstein's violin let light be made constant
So Hawking's humour let black holes be radiant
So Leonardo's paintings let machines be made

So let my words
My notes
My voice
Lead to the latter
Onto the new
A dedication to the art of science, and a prayer for the future.
aurora kastanias Mar 2018
You were born in the mist
Of a worldwide ****** war,
Shielded in the town of Oxford
No one would have known,

Who came to light
On a random winter’s day,
And would have studied darkness
To humanity’s bewilderment

And science dismay.

Who could have envisaged
A modest run-of-the-mill boy,
Having troubles reading would pass
From studying clocks and radios

To figure how they work,
To later toy with physics
Identify the laws,
Of a universe beginning

With a silent bang.

A singularity unfolding
Ever-expanding space,
Projecting multiverse odds
Stretching theories of strings,

To unfathomable infinity
Countless possibilities.

I fell upon you by hazard
Listening to your alas robotic voice,
Notions of evanescence and chaos
Information lost forevermore,

In deep mystifying black holes
Only to reach the end,
Of an article explaining
The genius you were recognised

Even when you were wrong.

Sustaining a verity
You humbly would recant,
Thirty years later tell the world
Indeed energy survives and is returned,

To cosmos under a radiation
They now call by your name,
For there are no “eternal prisons”
Not in space nor in your wheelchair.

Your alacrity showed humanity so
By flying in a zero gravity zone,
Defying the physics constraining your body
An endless fervent hope, I dare

Share with you. For one day
To travel space and understand
A theory encompassing all,
Started studying cosmology

All because of you.
On Stephen Hawking
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