"asymptotes" poems
Life is like a math problem--
Some people are cancelled out
So that you can find the answer
Some people are like asymptotes
It seems like they should be there
But they're just a hole in your graph
Some people are like parallel lines
Always in sight
Never in reach
Life is like a math problem
And sometimes
There's no solution
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
Check:
Let O = Orifice
Let D = What ever your imagination brings you to
The Limit as D approaches O
you see her face start to glow
The log of the base
is a way to find the D in her face
No function can go on an asymptotes
But i will **** in her and cover her *** in ***** layered coats
The polar coordinates of your O
Is Tangent to where she is ******* my big toe
Because you will find me in her
The quadratic has multiple integers
The function calls to vertically stretch O
So at the end of the day I Dont Really Know
This is a metaphor for really weird ***
Thanks.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
All sorrow is perpendicular occurring
at right angles of tragedy encircling
the grief-stricken with straight edges
only once intersecting across infinite planes—
Don't dare draw the lines between points
or shade the region with limits or curves
because the trajectories of bullets are plotted
on branes intolerant of slightest triangulation
Woe unto the seekers of sine waves
sobbing thinking of filling every trough
believing surely by now we've offered enough
to sate these bloodthirsty Euclidean demons
Cresting won't ever arrive in this course
filled to the brim with asymptotes, cold corollaries
but never spilling over under our sacred
pledge of allegiance to the 2nd Parallel Postulate
No intersections can be admitted with thoughts
& prayers extending outward barely co-planar
serious public policy proposals axiomatic
insistence on the Nirvana Theorem or nothing
A set of all points remains, mutually exclusive
motionless and always incongruent clueless
about their own particular geometries
awaiting radical Pythagorean salvation
Some paradigm we’ve built here though!
Two hundred years of living polygonal hand
to elliptical mouth without tangential reflection
on the unproven flatness of humanspace.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
in this other side air took other color forms
emphasizing details, scanning asymptotes, like hearts
burning on pristine snow, of winter coming
in october already, even in the sun, in the sun above all, almost
red, like the air that took your form, hiding
walls and faces, of concealed rooms you make insomniac
and abruptly clear away, as you pour them in sealess salt
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Italian version from “Chieti, Scalo”, 2014:
asintoti obliqui
in quest’altra parte l’aria prese altre forme di colore,
insistendo sui dettagli, scandendo asintoti, come cuori
bruciati sulla precocissima neve, dell’inverno che viene
già di ottobre, anche nel sole, soprattutto nel sole, quasi
rosso, come l’aria che ha preso forma di te, celando
volti e pareti, di segrete stanze che componi insonne
e sparecchi di colpo, versandole in un sale senza mari
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
We have it
We don't
We are never together
Even though it's meant
Like the rails of broad gauge,
seemingly meet at infinity!
Like the borders of earth and sky,
appearing to meet at the horizon!
You are a hyperbola;
I'm your asymptotes.
We'd meet for sure, Only after an eternity!
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
I miss you,
every day a bit less
but I still do.
It's like an asymptote,
closer and closer to 0.
But never 0.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
They tell me that I'm a good poet
That I have a way with words.
They tell me that I can make the simplest things sound beautiful.
That I can make a flower bloom
Just by stringing 26 letters of the alphabet into a sentence.
They tell me that I'm complex.
That they have to read between the lines just to figure me out.
They tell me that I make the easiest things complicated
That I can turn my McDonald's order into rocket science.
They tell me this
They tell me that
They. They. They.
But you,
Oh baby, you,
You didn't tell me anything.
You never felt the need to.
You accepted me.
Flaws and all.
You accepted the way I made gardens grow all around us,
You told me you loved the way I turned the carpet into our personal meadow.
You accepted the way I ordered my mcchicken burger
Even if it took forever for them to understand my words.
You showed me that it was okay to be me,
To be unique.
To be able to turn the abc's into rocket science,
The 1,2,3's into the tip of the iceberg
To be surrounded by metaphors and little jigsaw puzzles that everyone thinks they can figure out
But when they get frustrated they leave, their mood gone south.
But you stayed.
Patient.
To this day I can't get the courage to thank you,
I've tried
God knows I have
But this,
This is my final attempt.
No metaphors,
No similes,
Just me.
So thank you baby,
My McDonald's order will forever remain encrypted
And my words,
Complicated.
But us...
We're asymptotes.
Destined to come so very close,
But never intersecting
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
a distance of light year
and a havoc of universe
our worlds are asymptotes
with a bit of formula
but how could we become parallel
maybe it's just myself
or things are meant to be that way
the reason is unfathomable
if it's me
**** me with your words
for i am worthless of your love
and your euphoric existence
if it makes you happy
leave me with a smile
'lets meet at the universe' tell me
and i'll wait for you to come
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC
whatever we think we have
is destructive
they say opposites attract
but what they don't say is
damage seeks out damage
we both know this is temporary
we'll never gonna choose each other
we are asymptotes
staying close to each other;
would never gonna cross the line
or would we?
maybe we're perpendicular lines
we'd cross the line
once
but that's it
or is it?
maybe we're each other's point b
each other's end point
but i doubt that
I think I know what we are
We are black splats
or stains hiding
in each other's blind spots
we see each other
when we want to
hide each other
when we want to
and I am tired
of being your temporary cure
because healing you
is like alcohol
it kills me but gets me addicted
makes me miserable yet happy
healing you is like being offered
space cakes
no matter how hard i try
to convince everyone it's harmless, it destroys
it builds me up
then lets me down
makes me feel everything then nothing at all
i don't know how it happened
all of a sudden then all at once
we both know this won't last
please erase me
wash the stain
open both your eyes
let go
whatever we think we have
let it die
---
let This die
but dont forget
we'll stay close
enough to keep each other warm
but not too much to let each other burn
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
If the stars burning the brightest die out the fastest
I think I’ll live forever on the edge, right at the precipice
Where the sense of success is too sharp to be sweet.
Moving my feet in place with no imagined progress
Picturing eternity here, with you and I entwined.
Forever at the brink of ****** still and staring in the street
While lives like asymptotes and moves like glaciers meet.
Denying myself the satisfaction, the decadence
Of falling. Falling and flying, crying to know I’m alive,
Realizing exactly how much there is to do before the end.
Like stagnant waters running deep and hot
Slow down with me and feel this bright tension
Feel that intense stillness right before you get caught.
I’m melting your moves to molasses,
Become a statuesque beauty with me wrapped around you
Like ruins of old cities and the ragged edge of a canyon
We’ll be perfect and timeless in our immobile state
Never changing, perpetually frozen and preserved,
Never reaching the point where any motion brings the end.
We can stay at the top and never fall down if we don’t even breathe.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
*I knew that I was Icarus
flying to you my sun
I knew that I would burn,
just as we thought but mine
is never ending like that in the book
Oh Hani, I maybe
writing this letter, words
that wont take effect
because I somehow know already
that you are never for me
still i write this because
i feel that it could be something
of significance in my life
because your effect to me
Is something so obscure
yet it hit me so hard*
My heart stopped... when I saw it
then it started beating this
weird and lovely rhythm the
minute-
you talked to me
I barely cant write a song about
it, but this makes just
my mind go crazy
and I realized that
my words now got lost.
I'm struggling in these
waters, waiting and
hoping for you to save me
but I know you just wouldn't
Even if this paper crowds-
-full, this ink runs out
and though I have already
poured my feelings out
I somehow know in fear
that my feelings and your
feelings will never be
the same. Just two lines
that don't meet each other
Parallel lines, we are
walking in this world.
More difficult than math
and asymptotes that don't collide
I'd rather vanish. but
nothing would change
-I still wouldn't matter
and my thought would blur-
out still not crossing your
life. But I know it will
always be here
* For you *
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 7:38 AM UTC
THE GRAND DESIGN
Esoteric Alchemy ~ To make of One Form into Many.
To See beyond the Surface Structure,
and shift its Shape
from the Ordinary into Extraordinary...
~Can’t We just Design parallel Surfaces,
without intercepting Asymptotes?
…how about with Tangent Tangerines,
or in Earthening Collard Greens?
What if I swirled into You
upon a slinky Sinusoidal Serpentine Dream…
You could slither Me up with a taste
of Your Raspberry Vanilla Eye Scream…
We should Integrate our Derivative
into the Summed Square total of its Parts…
~alas, Enter para~Plasmotic inter-Dementia,
Sparkling quarks on Celestial Utopia…
Why are there Words??
~Cause its Words that Confuse…
All of Transmission is otherwise Smooth
Why not decide when We try to Communicate,
to Assess how We Address, so the Words can Cooperate?
Cause it seems to Appear Larger in Scope,
if Viewed from up Here,
If Not for the Invent of Words did Elope,
the Fruit of War,
In the Mist ~ Disappear…
€ΘΛζΔӁλλΠΣΩΘЙΔΨΠӁζҨ
MY PROPOSAL FOR WORLD PEACE
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
i am to a tangent function arc of circumference real
the magnitude of the perimeter of my reflecting rays cut through
the diameter of periodically functioning perimeters the sines
crosses over the slope into asymptotes horizontally questions
arise what may be the derivative of the product of two less functional
fuck-ups?
In a piece-wise functional reality might it be weird to ask ?
I fall through the condition no binary operative am I or will allow,
I decipher here, the quantities quality. I coordinate this graph draft it to my reality, cipher the x y
approach thereby a tangent to infinity here now,
then on a point between the average slope, in my defined interval,there is a point where it all is irrelevant
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC
I told her that I had a problem.
She attempted to show me her own.
It's all mathematical nonsense.
We can't solve them.
She said that numbers don't make a home.
If 1+(2-1 who doesn't belong + 1 who could be true = what could come from the addition of me and you)
I asked about the decimals.
She said I'm only trying to give you clues.
I answered:
that math leaves me with only 1/3 of you.
I want the whole pi or nothing at all.
She said every parabola has its rise and fall.
I told her I'm more into asymptotes;
Edging ever closer without touching the wall,
but I'm not a withholder.
She asked me to prove it,
so I showed her my ruler.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
Wounded wings of a bird of prey
Perched atop its nesting place
Flightless fear of the mighty proud
Does not betray its fearsome face.
Savage shrieks sustain from gritty beak
Lest the lowly prey start to suspect
The terror hidden by beady stare
Knows the wingless cannot life protect.
High up on tree top, talons grip tight
But to beseech is not to be a beast
The power owned by the bird of prey
Is to hover aloft its menial feast.
But treebound talons cannot the brute sustain
So tucking pride away it pleads for aid
The asymptotes connect but all too late
Unheard echoes of its last calls fade.
Glassy eyed, this mighty bird it falls
From once its coveted place of rest
That helpless wingless bird of prey
Lies now amidst common prey and pest.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC
your eyes were the clearest of blues.
they were beautiful.
bright glowing gems that seemed to pulse,
adorned with the longest lashes
that curled gently towards the sky.
with your eyes closed,
they'd be the asymptotes that
never reached your cheeks.
your eyes were what made me fall in love with you.
all i can remember now
are those brilliant crystalline eyes of yours.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
As if it is a
puzzle,
My unrequited
love left
Went our
distant ways
Bound to
meet again
By the red
string of faith
Without
having met at all.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
How cliche is this
They said, love transcends
But why my love couldn't reach
the axis of your heart
whenever I'm closer to you,
You seemed farthest
should I blame our plane?
For this terrible graph
I'm willing to lose my function
Just for us to be perpendicular
rather than parallel,
worse, is it just me
who would risk brokenness
to meet you, to catch you
but how will I do
when we aren't meant to be
never in this finite line,
we will never be...
We are just asymptotes
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
a thought of you
can move me to tears,
the exquisite joy
of seeing your smile
with your figure
a bit taller than mine
right up close to me
next to the sadness
that we might never be
like parallel lines,
asymptotes—
oh how lucky are we
if we were just like that
at least you're within my reach
not like this
where you're galaxies away,
apart with these oceans
flooding us away
like the skies pouring hard rain,
these eyes blur my vision up to you
A star that's out of my league
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
She poetically talks about how we are two asymptotes
As we got infinitely closer
We got infinitely farther away
Or maybe we are parallel—
Maybe we never really met
But forever are bound going the same way
“If only I could make you forget.”
As if forgetting would do anything
But have me make the same mistake again
Maybe we are a tangent line
Only meeting once
Then disappearing forever
Or maybe I am i,
Imaginary, irrational, impossible—
A unicorn in the margins of your notes,
A number that doesn’t exist,
Except when the equation demands it.
You called me that once,
A unicorn,
Something too rare to be real,
Too strange to hold onto.
But even imaginary numbers have value,
So tell me, if I was never real—
Why does the math still haunt you?
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC