"astrophysicist" poems
i have a wonderful friend
who darts about in the sky
her little wings kiss the breeze
she must be a butterfly
oh james you got it wrong
silly foolish rhyming me
she’s certainly not one of them
my friend is a bumblebee
they tried to put her in a jar
oh it was a terrible place
but she’s just about to escape
headed out to outer space
ah but they can’t hold her back
she’ll be leaving really soon
the first bio-molecular geneticist
astrophysicist on the moon
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
Do not fall in love with Astrophysicists
We will tell you that
Your eyes glimmer like the stars
you have galaxies swimming in your veins
That your words sound like the spinning of a world around a sun
That the planet recently discovered dwarfs
In comparison to you
And that you are our universe
And when we are gone
You will never be able
To look up
Ever again
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
I am not a number.
I am more.
I'm a rhythm.
A clock, circadian,
A heart beat,
The music inside me.
I am a rhythm.
I am not a score.
I am more.
I'm a movement.
An individual, its
Like a non-religious transcendentalist,
A dancer, prancer,
An accidental fall.
I have a purpose.
I am a movement.
Who are you?
A number?
A score?
An A?
B?
C?
See?
Its not you, its how we were raised to be.
Thirteen years in a structured school
Teaching you only how to earn points
And memorize facts.
But I want to be smart.
An astrophysicist
An anthropologist
A pediatric psychologist
I want to own a home.
Lease a car.
Pay my bills.
Invest my money.
Where do I learn to do all that?
Look into your future,
Inside your dreams.
How do you get there?
How do you find
What seems
To be impossible?
Let me tell you,
Its possible.
Education
Filled with learning,
Filled with ACTUAL learning.
And motivation.
Its a structure,
But its home.
Its a routine,
Its a family.
Its in your head.
You create your setting.
The gloomiest day, with a smile on your face
And you've already become more.
When you want education,
You'll find it.
You'll find it with passionate teachers,
And summer camps,
And clubs
And sports
And, AP stats?
When you push yourself forward,
You'll feel pressure backwards,
But it won't drag you down,
If you don't let it.
It's a choice to make.
You'll be here anyways.
Its that day you walk across that stage
And find the smiles of your peers
And realize that although you're still here,
You're moving forward.
I know that I am more.
Than my 11th grade AP test score.
I know that I am more,
Than my homework,
Than my scars,
Than the number of marks
That are on my arms.
Than my rank,
My GPA,
Or any standardized test I took on a Saturday.
Than the number of hugs that I get when cry,
Or the number of graduates who will say good-bye.
Because at the end of the day
Or right here and right now
Or whatever cliche
I know I can say
I am more.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
To be a lawyer is not a difficult pursuit,
To be an astrophysicist
is not a complex occupation.
To be an actor,
To be a general,
To be a professor of the most mesmerizing numbers,
of the most perplexing and alien symbols...
Is not confusing in the least.
For with the right ambition
and a mind with but simple intuition,
Nearly anything is within our reach.
But there is something that is not so simple.
We can put men living men in the heavens
and map the deepest trenches under the propellers of our ships.
And although we can replace a liver
and syphon off entire rivers
A cloudy clump of confusion sits upstairs...
Lying in the dusty attic with a chain woven through
the rafters 7 billion times.
A courageous cacophony of credence and passion
That physically sits just behind our eyeballs
in a wrinkly gray sack that laughs at us
every time we try and break that chain that keeps
our eyes fixed forward.
Fixed far away from the very source of soul that makes
sense to no one but ourselves.
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
astrophysicists have a thing with black holes
that mass, their chalked out event horizons.
i always thought i could be an astrophysicist
i could peer through my telescope
equations would litter my chalkboard
i would map the celestial bodies and
black holes.
i think i am an astrophysicist.
every day i peer through my telescope
lenses millimeters thick
i sit anywhere
equations litter my head, my parchment
the black holes are strangely visible with
my telescope, the pair of them
they beckon at me
i can feel the gravitational pull
no, you're not fat
never
but your pull tugs at me, my strings
heartstrings
so does my vision that naturally gravitates towards them
i think i will publish my findings soon.
i think i am an astrophysicist.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
So I mets this guy at the bus stop
And we gets to talkin
And he says to me
SAY
YOU'RE AN INTERESTING FELLOW!
WHO ARE YA!
WHAT DO YA DO?
••
And I say
IM AN ASTROPHYSICIST
A COSMOLOGIST
••
An he says
WOW!
IM REALLY INTO THAT
TELL ME ABOUT THE COSMOS
TELL ME ABOUT ITS ORIGINS!
••
And I reply
I
KNOW ALL TRUTH ABOUT IT
I WILL TELL YOU WHEN YOU BELIEVE IN ME
AND WILL ACCEPT EVERYTHING I SAY AS TRUE
••
Well did he get riled up!
He said
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE
ANYWAY?
SAY
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
••
And I said
BIBLE
JEFFREY BIBLE IS MY NAME
••
He looked at me mouth open
Then a light shone in his eye
He said
OH I GET IT!
THAT'S REALLY FUNNY!
BIBLE!
JEFFREY BIBLE!
•••
I said
YA GOT IT!
I KNEW YA WOULD!
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
My favorite chapter
You’re my favorite chapter
in a book
with a story like the craziest roller-coaster ride in the universe
You’re the chapter that tells every detail of the story
So perfectly
As perfect as how an astrophysicist could describe
how a star was born way up in the galaxy
and make me listen to it like it was happening right before my eyes
You’re the chapter that lit up my imagination
Like the colors that fill the reachable skin of the universe when a gaseous nebula collapses
So beautiful that I crumbled in wonder
You’re the chapter written to be so alive
you can almost hear the book’s heartbeat when you read it
You’re the chapter of the book I go back and forth to
everytime another chapter ends
especially when the other chapter was bad
So I read you again
To remind me how it is still very much typically a story
It will have times where it breaks you and drift you away from
grasping reality
And it feels like I’m your favorite chapter too
Because we don’t seem to get tired of each other
We find reasons to talk to one another
We’re our favorite chapters
And we should have written our own book
Maybe about the stars – you can write about that
Maybe about you- I would take such honor
But reality remains reality
We’re just each other’s chapter
We pass by each other after every turn of a page
We can always go back to it
And maybe tell other people about it
Or not
We have always had secret conversations
The ones where I would be at the edge of my bed listening to your voice
As if you were in front of me
You’re eyes gleaming in the darkness of my bedroom
Lighting up like stars I never get to have so close to me
And I will always remember this favorite chapter of ours
Even when it is merely
Simply
Only
A chapter.
-y.k
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC