#impossibility
If I shot at a number line,
The chance of hitting it exactly would be 0,
Because a line made only of points has no width,
And points themselves have no size.
So it is impossible to pick a specific point.
So if I had, or did, shoot my shot,
I’d have no chance,
Because she is only his,
And he is hers.
So it is impossible to shoot my shot at her.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC
Today I'm feeling somewhat low,
sure enough, my uninvited guest yet again visits me,
And on so many levels has filled my gullible mind with all doubt and negativity,
Yep, Impossible visits me frequently,
Mostly when I'm alone, can't sleep and in bed,
"You'll never accomplish that" it sniggers, well those are some of the words I hear in my head.
"Enough!" I say unto Impossible,
"You are not welcome here any more,
At long last, your information you repeatedly feed me, I don't believe and will no longer store,
I know and now see you Impossible,
Your simply impossibility imposed on me.
I've recently got to know possible,
Who is more of a support in my time of need."
Lesson; Whenever you think things are impossible,
Remember this poem you've read.
That all things are truly possible,
Impossible aims to reside in your head.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 4:04 AM UTC
I know inside this is right
Still it feels so wrong
I am sitting here all alone
Believing its where I belong
Wouldn't my mother be so proud
To see what I have become?
Hidden behind hurt and unhappiness
Shut off from **** near everyone
I will listen to this music
Smile and I'll lie
Show how strong I can be
I just want to cry
I am too afraid to reach out
Try and take somebody's hand
When it is an impossibility
They could ever understand
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
Hide and seek
With impossibility
As no such tired runs far enough away
To escape the eyes
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
you’re the sun that rose again in my life
a childhood dream come true
all tears are gone
the moment i set my eyes on you
you are happiness defined,
the cause of my euphoria
you are my peace of mind,
my love, my gloria
when i’m with you,
even the desert becomes the sea
all things seem possible
when it is just you and me—
for it is in your presence,
that i feel the most free.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
We knew each other like our souls were intertwined. Like we were born from the old age of romantics. Like past lovers continuing their love story at this age.
All of our deep talks connected with our beliefs. Every lines we took, sparks cast beneath our silhouettes when we embrace twilight. And when our eyes met, it feels like the stars has got to it's places- the sense of belongness.
The universe made a deal and wanted us to be together. Because, we were above meant to each other.
But when everything was beautiful, you backfired. Telling me you can't go on. Telling me that we were meant to each other but not being together. You don't visualized the things happening around. You don't have our world. Because for you, it was all just talk of the things. Our love, it was unrequitted after all.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
Lately I feel
I am being crushed
between tectonic plates
of Impossibility
The advice of those around
contradictory and senseless
The constraints offered
leave no possible solution
Then I see
that it's not me
The game they gave
has no salve
I'm in the wrong game
This game is actually
Theirs
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 5:57 AM UTC
intruding light
has corrupted
black night's
real character.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
What are you going to do —
now that I stare at you,
listening into the silence, howling
the absence of noise?
What are you going to do —
now that my heart and all the ounce
of reason that embraces it, drops
into the cold tile floor?
What are you going to do —
now when the distance that separates
my feet to your feet is a
giant stretch of air, and people,
and books and rubble and
impossibility
and dying chances?
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
Lidless wreath
Blind me with your teeth
Bone white, chalk lines; bitter retreat
I’ll sing through the embers
Of our charred reverie
A brick & mortar apartment
Holding three dead children
We flee.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
Their ghostly limbs around me
Your voice in a hum
You linger in a grey house writing poetry
You mark my lips with self-doubt
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC