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The quantum pendulum
Discovered in a dream!
I caught the string
It wasn’t easy to control
Such bizzarre,
Unnatural swing
I held on fast despite the sting
Of metal friction
Cutting through my skin
It looped and twisted
Violently writhing
But soon enough
The incoherent
Meant more than the coherent
I swung myself
Through time and space
A lasso wielding cowgirl
Impossible to tame
Dominating the realm
50/50 neither here nor now
Invisible to common foes
Observing everything
And all around
In time
I don’t quite know why or how
One thing I’m sure of
Everything made sense then/there
Fear dissipated
The way knowledge only can obtain
I was the first one
Figuring out how
And surviving to tell my story

...All of a sudden
As soon as I had learned the game
I realized I was surrounded
By all dimensions
Like stretched nets
That crisscross but never touch or tangle
Full of beings, souls,
Lightning and thunder
Unseen, untouchable and unaware
Absorbed completely
In their respective
Dimensioned, sectioned off affairs
There was no time, of course
Or maybe there was plenty of it
For me to stop and wonder and explore it
For as soon as I’d let myself slow down
The quantum pendulum would weaken round my arm
It would start slipping from my grasp
Exposing me to unfamiliar pasts
With consequences on the futures
Of which I didn’t recognize the features

So incessantly I whipped
My strange and whimsical magic wand
Whichever way it went
I couldn’t stop
Until I found the one thing
Rarest of them all
A tiny drop of hope!
Plank-scale sized
Minute little light
No larger than 10^-33
Worth stopping universes in their tracks
Simply to behold
I let the pendulum come to a halt
The fear was gone and love was found
This was Now
This was my home
Max May 8
Your words are like the tail of a scorpion,
Your deeds like the fangs of a snake,
Your touch like the sting of a bullet ant,
Your presence like being surrounded by hellfire.

You're satan's little helper.
Somebody is trying to sabotage something that's very precious to me.
Mark Boschi Apr 2
at night you can find me
planted onto the tile floor
the shower water gushing against my hunched back feels like a hug
each trickle resembles your fingers
- i'm trying to erase you,
scrub away the marks you've left on my wrists,
the bruised knees
but your threatening undertone
rings in my head
stings the sterile lights,
they will always flicker.

Mark Boschi
Johnny walker Mar 23
I close my eyes sometimes and smell those summery days long gone but such wonderful memories that
seem so
still remembering one such time Helen dressed a lovely summer dress walking hand In hand over the back fields behind our house
had my arm around her waist but naughty boy
slap my on wrist decided to get adventurous lowering my hand on to Helen's
all a sudden I felt what was like an electric shock on taking my hand away there was an enormous honey bee right the middle of my
I quickly brushed away and then had to remove the sting which was still pumping
It had obviously been attracted to Helen's perfume but the moral of the story don't presume to
much to
Naughty boy I was putting my hand in Helen's bottom and paid the price with a sting from huge honey bee
Erian Mar 20
From the tears that fall
To the pounding wall
Nothing stings more
Then the hurting inside
Carmen Jane Mar 18
Mommy a bee just stung my forehead
Please come kiss it, it hurts really bad,
Mommy, I was brave, because I used my bare hand
And throw it in the wetland!

I always liked you bumblebee,
but now, I am not!
I used to  to point at you with glee,
but now I hope you rot!

I always liked your honey in my milk
In books,your wings were drawn like silk
I really liked the songs ‘ bout you
That hurts so much,your sting, who knew?!

Mommy I want you to  hold me
On my little forehead I've got stung,you see
Please, quickly come and kiss me
And don't call me more ,your little hunny bee!
True story today :(
Sam Mar 9
Smooth like
Sugar and

Sweet like
Hornets and
Bruises may hurt.
Scrapes may burn.
Burns may sting.
The thing that hurts the most,
burns the most,
and may sting the most-
This is true on so many levels. Who else can relate?
Johnny walker Jan 27
Of late I've found myself drifting back to dreams
to memories of my past to
Where I feel safe from lives harsh
And was thinking back to one of the very first times I walk out with Helen beautiful warm summers day walking the fields at the back of my
had my arm around her waist she had a very pretty summary dress on and her favourite perfume Estee Lauder Youth
feeling a bit adventures I slowly lowered my hand when I felt stinging session on quickly taking my hand away
right the middle of my palm a huge honey bee
I brushed the bee away and had returned home to remove the sting with tweezers
I learned very Important message that day don't put your hand on a lady without her permission or you to may a sting from huge honey
Valuable lesson when first walking out with my sweetheart never put your
hand a lady without seeking permission first
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