#stringtheory
They vibrate
in all directions
of being, like strings
of different lengths and thicknesses,
pulling and gently
touching our “self”.
Talking with my Mother
brings storms
and sweet peace,
resting in her lap.
Words and sound.
Another message:
“Hard day?”
“No, Mom, it’s better.”
I’m ready
to have my own
piece of floor,
before my bones
turn to dust.
We change languages,
countries, homes,
people.
We look for a place
where we’ll feel better,
without explaining
what should be,
and what isn’t.
Waiting for calming unison,
no false notes,
no broken particles.
That’s Us.
This is our life,
moving across different shapes,
sometimes going down
to the Planck scale
to see something
that wasn’t there
a moment ago.
A glowing, warm something,
string theory in pure form.
And Mother quietly says:
“You won’t fail.
Be.
That’s enough.”
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 7:59 AM UTC
The soul is Calabi-Yau
every quality of topological string theory
correlates to the workings of my consciousness.
String theory,
I used to refuse,
but from topological soul,
to spacetime soul,
finally to what is here expressed.
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
Your heart has a question to ask,
My love
Come and sit down with me.
I can explain things the best that I can
My love
Because I truly do want you to see.
You've asked why we can't be at one
My love
And you pine for what the answer will be.
.
There was just us in the beginning of time
My love
I gave to you endlessly.
It went on like this millions of years
My love
But there was someone you were longing to be.
You asked to be more like myself
My love,
To have the power to love endlessly.
And not just continue to take from
My love
But give it all back to me.
As soon as I give you this chance,
My love
To conquer this world on your own,
My love
You created a moment in time,
My love
A moment that we could define,
My love
And without history before or future to come,
Existence turned on its axis, and from that was sprung,
A million shards of stardust with delicate strings,
Cast out into the universe to become every thing.
.
You deserve ultimate perfection,
My love
You asked to work for this on your own,
But things don't go in just one direction,
My love
Those delicate shards of stardust may stray far and wide,
Adventuring life,
Developing pride,
Forgetting their roots the farther away,
But those strings will begin to tighten one day,
And all the burden and strain and strife that you bear,
Will only make you more able to share,
In the absolute perfection of being aware,
Of the intricate depth of
My love
.
You will have to get to the end of the rope
My love
And then you will actually see,
That it's more like an elastic band
My love
Drawing you right back to me.
The pieces collect,
And lock back to place,
In this beautiful vessel in a beautiful place,
And we'll call that place heaven, to paint a picture in your mind,
And when it's time...
.
You and I together, will simply be
My love
Where the lover and loved become free
My love
You will come back to me
My love
And together we will love endlessly.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
We are like resonating strings
We crave what resonating brings
Matching our vibrations
With audiovisual sensations
Rapid reverberations
Expand and cross nations
Transmit like radio stations
These vibes deny explanation
We seek community
Where we can truly be
The truest form of “me”
Totally friction free
Grooving to the moving
Jiving to the beat
Dancing to the music
Feeling so complete
We are energy looking for a path
A certain resonance frequency
That could be conveyed with math…
But that would be indecency
Instead we name it differently
We call it personality
But to put it honestly
We are atoms in reality
A pattern, a frequency
A string reverberating
Looking to vibrate freely
Liquid, liberating
So go with your intuition
Follow the beat of your own drum
Find your ideal situation
Your part of the continuum
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
i like to think that you're still out there,
happy and well,
even if it's just in a parallel universe,
with another version of me.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
I believe
God exists
he just, isn't here
I believe
My spirit sings
and will never fully, disappear
I believe
in quantum strings
electrical pulses in my brain
I believe
that in the end
parts of my soul, remain
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
Gridlocked teeth keep gritting
Blistered cheeks keep splitting
A ******* freak who keeps spinning
I think they think I'm thinking
My dreams are drowning
I think they think I'm quitting
Ice Giants wage war
My hands are losing
Mythical beings try science
My nerves are bruising
If my life was a string
Their theory would be confusing
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC