#atoms
Peace doesn’t mean the absence of chaos, it means finding calm within it, after the stillness and quiet that follows amongst our desire not to be burn out or up from the pressure of the fire within.. instead of the combustion where oxygen or anything essential will burn it away.. our cells emit cold light. Which is a by product of cellular waste, Where even when it feels our hearts frozen over.. your biophotons emits regardless as light instead of heat..
As a result of unused energy.. regardless how diminishing strives may be.. you will continue to shine.
Even if it means having the audacity to face aversion.
Where In the breath you remember to start again, as material yields no such results as the world gets dense.
Awareness is where you find peace not speculation of the things that haven't materialize yet, ... and the quiter you become the louder things get.. more you will hear.
The real voyage doesn't surrender to new environments but the new perspectives that flicker in your eyes.. a summit to the abyss, as you can't find your heaven without roots in hell. Everything eventually gets pressurized, redefined and reformed into a beautiful higher density like diamonds.. and there piezoelectricity.. where they emit energy. Beautiful dance of the atoms, where if you think a little deeper ... it's there atmos/phere
Where atomos is greek for uncuttable or divisible.. so no matter how dark it gets this sphere belongs to the atoms that will keep shining to keep you alive.. as singularity seems infeasible as quarks and leptons need extreme dense mass of a collapsing starr serveral times heavier.. like a core of a black hole.. where 99.9999999 is empty space of atoms making up everything
Like a supernova where it break down to quarks and leptons... may so your soul encompasses the star you are.. many combustions got you this far.. even in Death I realized.. we will always dance in the sea of flames..
And reverberating locomotive even in the lonesomeness of the abyss where many will continue to sleep in their ignorant bliss. My Synapses from the conjunction of my dissolving sphere. Hope I conjured a decent read.. enjoy your evening
4d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:35 PM UTC
I am solemnly seeking stability.
My heart yearns like the incomplete atom missing its partner in completion,
frantically searching for the lost electrons.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
ONE ATOM : Song
We sing our songs
wait for meditation gongs
as joints grow red and
knuckles like lead
We catch threads of Grace
prayer hands laced
All the world’s a stage
as we age, a sage
as we age, a sage
( CHORUS x 2
Carriages across space
angels and goblins hold an ace
we are one atom, no need to race
ONE glorious curious atom
ONE glorious curious atom ! )
Memories like dust in wind
smile at raindrops on a line
leaves floating away
into hazy blue bay
We delight going to sleep
switch off the bleep
contraction and expansion of time
no longer a maddening dime
Creations bright as bangles
patterns in our mind
make geometric angles
as multiverses untangle
( CHORUS x 2
Carriages across space
angels and goblins hold an ace
we are one atom, no need to race
ONE glorious curious atom
ONE glorious curious atom ! )
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2021
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 3:53 AM UTC
Of thee, a perfect weave of atoms bright,
A cherished pearl within Love’s endless night.
Not dust alone, but flame that softly gleams,
A whispered breeze that stirs the deepest dreams.
Each tiny spark within thee breathes desire,
A murmured song, a quietly kindled fire.
Thy eyes, twin stars where night and dawn entwine,
Their tender glow outshines the velvet shrine.
Thou art the rose that blooms within love’s palm,
The sweetest breath, the calmest, purest balm.
A perfect mesh of atoms finely spun,
Yet more than dust—love’s depths that know no sun.
O’ heart, immerse thyself in endless streams,
Where passion wakes and dances in thy dreams.
Come, let us soar on wings of whispered rhyme,
And lose ourselves beyond the bounds of time.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 12:55 AM UTC
I'm almost positive I heard them talking
Talking in their protective, yet complaining manner
They say, they only get to interact with the weak
They say, they're all too often held responsible for the bond between others
What's the matter with them?
They're the ones full of chemistry
They're the ones who can escape scott free
While I have to stay inside and act positive about it
Just once I'd like to not be in the middle of everything
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 1:36 PM UTC
Sometimes, I will hug you,
hold you so tightly
with the force of love,
like the force of gravity
fusing atoms inside the sun.
Our souls will merge,
radiating light
to the galaxies.
Other times, I will hold
just a single finger of yours,
and it will feel like the spark
that starts a chain reaction
in a nuclear reactor,
powerful enough
to ignite a warmth
that spreads through every part of me,
filling my world
with light and heat.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 3:44 AM UTC
My love will reach every atom of your being,
touching the physical with my lips,
the unseen with my heart.
And beyond the atoms,
my love will reach the mysterious force
that binds them,
the force that shaped you
into the soul I treasure.
With my soul,
I will connect to yours,
beyond the visible,
beyond the known.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 4:09 AM UTC
Low density,
not mostly empty
but empty nonetheless.
No definite edge
—strange for a world obsessed
with curves and edges.
We are but clustered atoms,
modest specks of particles;
we are free-thinking atoms,
and well-aware that we are.
My world began, and like everybody else,
I was in one piece;
a piece made up of clustered atoms
—free-thinking.
My craving sight,
longing to be fed;
longing to digest
an uncharted world in my mind,
not mostly empty.
The swaying room
On the wall, sunflowers are drawn
flailing under the withering sun,
waltzing with the strolling breeze,
beautiful, I thought
perfect, I thought.
It was a time when I cannot see atoms for what they are;
not mostly empty;
not mosiaced,
but in one piece.
That day we weren’t just atoms;
we were sent off to the swaying room;
we were wailing seals when our folks left
us at the care of our teachers.
A kid who sat across the table pointed his finger at my face and opened his mouth and out came the three words, ‘You are ugly.’
‘No, I’m not.’
Yes you are and so is everyone in your family.
I smiled and the more he teased me.
Ugly! Ugly! Ugly!
Lost my innocence when I was five;
no longer a ****** from the cruelty of
this world of clustered atoms.
Exit the womb at your peril,
lest, endowed with consciousness;
should have been told;
should have erred on the side of innocence
tucked under a placenta.
So began a world like everybody else;
low density,
not mostly empty
but empty nonetheless.
A world obsessed with curves and edges;
with shapes and sizes;
with colors and advantages.
Dragons are real; this much I know.
My mom used to tell me to ignore them.
As if on cue,
as soon as the school bells rang
their tongues loll out of their mouths to utter the word ‘ugly.’
The bells a stimuli
for their rabid mind.
Even at night they were cicadas in my mind’s
lawn,
chirping cutting words,
a cause of insomnia.
We were walls,
vandalized by juvenile,
nay primitive free-thinking.
Our pain covered in graffiti.
For so long we were made to believe,
the defects,
the blemishes,
the scars,
made us ugly,
all along it was their eyes.
Words have stimulated casualties
those whose souls leaped out to limbo;
souls who bought the idea that suicide
will make the torment cease;
maybe it did; maybe not,
what of the bereaved?
Words can be the longest noose.
For fear of seeing something unmeant
we set visitation hours
when we come to check ourselves in the mirror.
We wander;
we wonder,
as we navigate our way out of this labyrinth;
out of this house of distorted reflections,
we have the mistaken impression
that our images are warped,
in truth we are warped by the impressions
of us.
Sometimes we have to squint,
to view ourselves from a vantage
point where we can be beautiful;
where we don’t feel awful;
where we don’t have to take pills;
where we don’t have to dawdle eating waffles in the morning to avoid the hurt;
to avoid the prescription bottles.
People often find ways to medicate the hurt,
but not the hurtful.
Low density,
not mostly empty
but empty nonetheless.
No definite edge
how can these atoms relate words of hate?
A face cannot wear beauty,
only those who make this world a beautiful place for everyone deserves to be called beautiful.
Perhaps atoms feel better
seeing other atoms collapse.
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 9:56 PM UTC
My body may seem
solid, but it is a cloud --
of floating atoms.
Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 3:40 AM UTC
Under the night, I now hold you deeply, for
the sun of you heals hearts through
only your peace alone, your
the light in the touch of lips
on my skin is light as the
petals of the sky around
us, in our float, I ask
for the subtle beauty in the
midnight hours,
where dark is light
and sings, “love is
in the unseen”, for we
see each other as we are,
In all of atoms, love,
space, and time in
the touch of our
hands, you are I,
from the deep
blue rush in skin,
to the sacred,
we return.
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 5:55 AM UTC
the way the atoms in the atmosphere sink into our chest,
and despite the crisp air, make us feel heavy and drained inside;
but simultaneously, the air invigorates us and ignites our bones, teaching the beauty of stars as they crash over us.
~for some reason our body becomes tied to the rain
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
I never had a care for atoms,
or the ones that were made up in stars.
I only cared about the ones in you,
that built and made you the person that you are.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
Listen if you please
to my twisted soliloquy
I’m not from around here
I’m just rumors on a breeze
I come from afar
some say the mountains
others the stars
like an absent friend
you will remember me I promise
or else your names Thomas
mine is Adam the first
I am the atoms that burst
the very fabric of being
the fabric of genes
denim, denial, destiny, defile
I've been here a while
and I will be here a while longer
even though I don't belong here
the oceans don't know my depths
the mountains have not reached my peaks
all these beliefs I have not kept
for there is something greater that I seek
but I cannot utter its name
some may call it love
but that has garnered too much fame
for you've mistook love for what is fake
because it's not something you can take
it's as simple as a breeze
the same that carried me
yet unlike I it has no needs
it's as full as the oceans
and tall as the mountains
I had the notion
that I could just pen
write my own legend
but that too must END
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 5:15 PM UTC
We collide
when thoughts connect
We bond through
the gravity of words
And when we hold
each other
Our atoms seem
to touch
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 8:32 AM UTC
Time takes place in moments. A lot of the time I want to keep still.
Capture the moment.
Become the air and live amongst every atom in our universe.
To understand life, but to live it without questioning... wondering...
To be the air, or to be nothing at all.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 7:00 AM UTC
It was the arrangement of the stars
As i was brought in here
Sun in pisces
Oh, was it my fault
I saw it end before it even began
i was saving two ends from tying knot
From damaged knits and sorrow
I felt it like you sense a coming
Tragedy or a storm
On a bright day in warm arms
I felt it in rushing heartbeats
And in withdrawing tongues
That self-realization is on your front door
And later that night your
Atoms will soon be weary of mine
Must i be mad and blame
That cosmic movement for
This piscean intuition
Must i be mad for i had not
Felt love as it was
For this heart was already in
The crashing end, ready to free you
When you so willingly still
wanted to be held
Had i not, Youd be the one
to let loose while i was still in
the comfort of your arms
and id be the one to beg
Love me and my misery, again
But i dont intend to shame myself
On a bright day in warm arms
I saved two hearts from crashing
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
They say that we are made of stardust,
Sixteen billion years of history and beauty.
Our atoms have arrived here from the far reaches of a distant universe,
Of a place that I will never know.
When I die, maybe I'm not saying a last farewell.
Maybe I'm going home
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 3:30 AM UTC
i'm happy because i know
one day my body will dissolve into its atoms
and that's when i will reach
infinity
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
Atoms scattered upon water, grass and ground.
Mother gathered the collection of atoms. Then ate them, drank them and inhaled them.
Specks of light interwoven to create my source code.
From warmth into the dark, my dream was cut too short.
It was cut much too short.
Where was her ******* to cry milk for me?
Where was her arms to embrace me?
I was supposed to have a long dream,
but it was cut too short!
You grabbed a hatchet to cut my dream,
Snuffed it out like a candle in the cold winter breeze.
I needed someone to guide me through my dream.
I needed you to guide me through my dream.
Through my dream, I would have found awake.
Now I sleep, never to awake.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
minute atoms
make me up
positive and negative
energy swirling
churning out dreams
defiantly protecting my perception
space is where i fly
endless freedom
balancing on tension
lucid divide
ionic bond
are we not rare
earth elements
disciples of Mother Nature
drifting in the vast
bestowed powers and abilities
seeking the magic
you have the power
share warmth
share love
share a hug
heart yearning
touch so deeply felt
just show yourself
self love
reflection to follow
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC