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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.
A H Butler Mar 2018
Anguish poured over

               its open and avoidable.

                              He goes to the bathroom down the hall.

                                             I’m so glad I

                                             am not alone.
© A H Butler
irine Mar 2018
with your fingers weaved so loosely in between mine,
i feel more intertwined within the universe than i've ever.
musings about the fate of human beings that
used to seem listless and subjective now captivate me,
begging for every single ounce of attention from me,
when i hear about them from your mouth.
the first time you told me that you enjoyed
my company was also the first time i realized your eyes
were more cornflower blue than blueish green.
and i remember, the sense of happiness that encompassed me
was so, so, so great in that moment.
(january 2017)
complexify Mar 2018
i've been living off cities
crossing busy streets
traces of neon lights
diminished and reborn
every single night

i've been yearning
off the pavements
of unnamed streets
the ghost towns
the unknown frowns upon me

an anonymous excitement
wanderous
magnificent
and persistent.

the whispers
of the calamity
and calmness
before the storm
worries
and
excites me

the constant
awareness
of dangers lurking
makes me hold you
your hand
tighter around my fingers

my mind spoke of nothing
but to fear
to protect
and to be brave
all at the same
second of it all
i love her, she's mine.
ali Mar 2018
Winning everyday
Over those who
Mistakenly don’t realize how strong
Every single one of us is.
Never underestimate a

WOMAN
p.s. or you’ll just look bad- we’re not afraid to fight for each other
TeeCrush Mar 2018
I really tried not to love you
I tried to find other joys in life instead
but you stuck around,
and not once did you leave my head

Every minute that I spend with you is a minute that I treasure
Looking back at all these pictures we took together
Always fills me with a joyful kind of pleasure
It's just something that I'll keep forever

Whenever I'm with you I feel so happy
And truthfully I don't know why
But whenever you smile at me
I feel like I could fly

You are beauty in its purest form
As whenever I talk to you
My belly'***** with a butterfly swarm
and it's really something I should get used to
As you always captivate me with your endless charm

You are brighter than all the planets and stars
Jupiter, Venus, and Mars
and only to be with you,
I'm willing to travel out to space and just as very far

You are the best there is
And I wouldn't be surprised if another wanted you as his
and so I too want you as mine
Because your love is just so divine

You are beautiful and deserved to be loved by someone great
If you want someone who’d love you more than themselves
And put you first through everything,
don't forget to call my name
Because I am so in love with you
And everyday I'll love you more and the same

You make me the happiest guy there is
And fill me an endless kind of bliss
but if I cannot have you
I would understand
And I'll try not to love you
And find other joys in life instead
but you will always stuck around,
As the only happy thoughts and memories in my head
I swear I tried.
DancingEnt Mar 2018
Play with my hair
as I fall asleep in your lap
to the sound of your voice
telling me how great our future will be
Really want this right now
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
Two sleepy souls carried on the breeze, through lucid, epic, prophetic hopes and dreams; slowly drifting to the land of nod.
With pillow talk and our sheets for sails, we’ll storm the cotton midnight realms, and keep our simple craft afloat; with *** and love, and silly jokes;
before catching zZz’s with gods.


Dedicated to Pixie.
Laying in each others arms.
c Mar 2018
white pink skechers follow brown-leather feet
padding down the stairs, nothing but fall leaves and
a generation between us

the older man glides the purple beauty into our front yard and
onto the sidewalk
gramps is a dedicated biker and will be years from now

polished aluminum gives way to the sun and
his eyes gleam along with it

he guides me down the pavement, conserving my speed with a trembling palm

on the handlebar

holds me tight and shows me how not to ride,
when to push through an upcoming hill and
when to brake

--
c
Wrote this about 7 years ago. Grew up with my grandparents, and my grandpa used to live on his bike. Naturally, he taught me how to ride. He's been teaching me to ride till this day.
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