#axis
Nobody lives in negative infinity,
Life is not linear,
We live, grow, and learn,
In parabolas.
One U shaped graph,
That goes down,
But comes back up,
Even when you hit the A.O.S.
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC
I cut the wheel out in gravel,
I shaped a navel for the tadpoles.
Firmly, but gentle;
I dug out the furrows,
I made lush the fields,
I caused the showers.
And in that safe place, I deposited them.
So that they might grow.
But now they're adults!
Will they burn out all life
In their self-contained terrarium?
That is of their own making,
Their own doing.
For how high they have climbed up
Yet, how little they have grown!
Like Babel, like beanstalk,
Like Galileo's experiment at Pisa!
All things that go up must come down,
Right?
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 2:07 AM UTC
the world will still turn on it’s axis,
even though you told me you didn’t like my lashes.
it will still turn on its axis when you don’t call me one night.
it will still turn when you stop looking at me as often as you do.
it will still turn when i move on.
when you stop treating me like i’m some pawn.
and even though i’ll feel like the world is ending as i know it, the world will turn on its axis.
i will feel as if the weight of ten suns has been put upon my shoulders.
but one day, maybe not now, but one day; the weight will be lifted from my shoulders.
my life will continue as if it never got colder.
and the world will continue to spin on its axis.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
you caught me spinning on my axis,
only to knock me off my spin.
and now i'm afraid i'm the only one,
falling off their routine from missing you.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
Not that I haven't said this before
But recently, I've felt the need to say it more
My emotions are running deep, like a river
That treads off course, and images are cutting me
Like paper cuts that make the insides of my skin
Sting of soreness
A fortress of imagination
Broken down in a moment's instant
I feel almighty, on top of a mountain's point
But like a pencil sharpened too loose
I break, falling off this high-rise
And feeling my moment lose its momentum
A totem that has stopped spinning
As I lose control into the waves
Of another current, down below
Its purpose?
To slow me down
But how would I know...?
I'm just another moment
That has turned upside down
With only places left to fall
And nowhere left to go.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
My head is stuck at the peaks of youthy rooftops
trapped in moving circles and daggers rotting brain.
I hover, gliding above the generated, empty plane, tracing the moving shadows below and tracking the nights that rain.
i was so careful but the lines oh the ever running lines they vibrate frantically, I cannot look away they dance back and forth between both crests of their prison, their XYZ axes gripping them trapping them within definite images between associations and contexts, between gleaming ascent and its tumbling recoil.
The ride hick-ups and pollutes the clouds
filling my scent and descent pulls at my stomach,
gravity yanks me back, pulling on my rope and
laughing all the while.
At first you fear it but then you are laughing and shouting
and throwing your arms in the air and having the wind rush
into your lungs and whip your hair it is so beautiful it is
unlawful it is unreal i cant be seeing this and it spirals and tumbles and shriekingly grinds to a halt, panting.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
My home is the axis.
I am everywhere at once
but still I am lost.
I can show you the world
but you will experience nothing.
Sometimes I worry that I will be forgotten
as I am simply a starting point
for greater things ahead.
I wish I could travel in another direction.
These circles are tiring.
I radiate knowledge from my plump pot-belly,
but inside,
I know far less than you.
I accommodate the whole world,
but my shell still fits in your hands.
I lodge the scorching swelter of the deserts,
but I only feel warmth between your palms.
I breathe the icy air of Antarctica,
but the only snow that bothers me
is the grey blanket that sits on my surfaces
when you are gone for a while.
My home is simply the axis.
I wander all the places
but still I am no where to be found.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
You are my other, alike but unlike.
As our axis turns, we are each at ends.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
My heart beats in your chest
Twists and turns within you
The words that leave your lips
Heavier than the mountains
So I care less about universe
When you're my axis of rotation
Those eyes can sear the skies
Killing the world in a beam
You are a hurricane unleashed
I never stood a chance in life
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
*I'm just waiting for the world to fall
off its axis,
so I can sleep with the stars.*
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
What happened to us was something like
what happens to flowers when the vase shatters,
Or what happens to misplaced keys;
Someone was careless,
Didn't pay attention,
And now we're left with empty spaces.
What happened to us was something like
What happens to the moon as the Earth spirals on its axis,
Or what happens to the trees as it starts to snow;
We were inevitable, natural,
But cyclical,
Never able to withstand the darkness,
Or keep together through the cold.
When you left, you took my pride with you,
Swore it was all my fault
Until I believed you.
I let you think that you meant nothing,
But you were the moon and I was the tide,
Without you, I'd cease to be.
In some other life, you'd be an artist, and I'd be your muse.
Long after we'd gone, they'd hang your paintings at The Met and say, 'Look how much he loved her.'
I'd still be a poet, of course, only this time
My poems would be taught in classrooms—Picked to the bone by children who'd scribble verses on their arms,
Wishing for a love just like ours.
Maybe tomorrow I'll feel better, but right now
Everything hurts and I wish you were here.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
My world is spinning,
again,
the way it used to
on an axis
so tightly wound
during the
day I can't see straight
but at night
I see some clarity
and maybe I've got it
reversed
misguided as my heart has been;
my intentions
have tried to be
pure
but maybe
tonight
I wanted to be
in sin
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
I miss my baby, he told lies maybe
Left me thinking, got me drinking
Told him: You won't notice me for I differ a million miles from your eyes.
The first time I saw him in Mendoza, Between the bars
He's wise and tall, I couldn't resist him at all
Now he's the axis and I have totally lost control
He's in my viens.
God, I'm going insane
He's everything I've been looking for
And maybe a little bit more.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC