"asymptotic" poems
I give love
love love
with the one look
of my eye
eye eye
I excite your lament ion
charge it
high up high
uuuuu
potentially ready
a ***** cation
I am your aesthetic
flaming electric
activate your kinetic
stop the resistence now
don’t drop voltage
difference I create is continually asymptotic
I am the variation in your magnetic
I am the field of your *** ethic
if you not behave
I become your inelastic scatter
geomagnetic storm
high potential
chemical desire
mechanical fire
radioactive disaster
through your interior
I roar blast break
silence the rocks
shake the lights
reverberate in your head
I give love
love love
with the one look
of my eye eye eye
I excite your lament ion
I am your voltaic lion
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
Her hair descends perfectly,
gorgeously with the shiny sun,
And I like the way she stared at me
in those stolen moments I held her hands:
She's in my wishlist;
yet her mind is the thing I couldn't define:
I think I'm just starting to like her bubbly smiles...
My days are incomplete
when I can't hear her sound,
My skies turned to gray
when I can't see her around...
And I want her to know me
as I know her right now,
'Cause I'm vulnerable;
perhaps, I'm nothing for her somehow:
Yet when I find her bubbly smiles,
things easily get exceptional
That even parallel lines intersect
even just for a while...
Asymptotic love,
is this happening as of this time?
But I think I'm just starting to like her bubbly smiles...
Is it affection?
But I really mean it, it's a crush.
So how come I feel
these feelings in a sudden rush?
I can't sleep peacefully
when I can't dream about her,
And I can't utter words comprehensively
whenever she is near...
I can't walk carefully
when she passes by in front of me,
And I can't wonder thoroughly
whenever she's just a distance away;
Is this just a hectic situation I'm at,
or these have been such trials?
I think I'm starting to like her bubbly smiles...
And when she will perceive
I'm into her, someday
I hope she won't becoming
insecure being with me,
'Cause now maybe we're just friends
living on a different isle,
I think, and will always think about her bubbly smiles...
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 4:14 AM UTC
I.
Physics has told me that we are in flux.
But where is the phi, without I?
Calculus has told me that we are asymptotic.
But where is the limit, if I can't be in it?
English has told me that we are star-crossed.
But where is the light, if I am not right?
Chemistry has told me that we are entropic forces.
But where is concord, if I am ignored?
II.
You think you're such a *****
But can't you see that I want your disease?
You think you are worth nothing,
But can't you see that you're invaluable to me?
You think you are alone,
But can't you see that you and I have to be?
III.
On and off, like a light switch.
But still you have me wrapped,
right around your slender finger.
I slipped into euphoria, once upon
that lovely night, when we had
finally tasted what we were missing.
The ruddiness of your lips and
the tangled golden mess that you
call your hair sizzle quietly in
my mind. I have not forgotten.
Nor do I want to. I cannot be sated
by another. But you find it so easy
to eat the hearts of the already ******
You spared mine, though. I wonder
why. Each hiccup in my chest alerts
me to the monster that rages within.
It wants you. It still wants you.
Eat it, if you must. I offer it freely.
Upon a silver platter.
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
Being lame is underrated.
(What a stinkin' silly statement!)
Being bad is such a bore.
(What was all that nonsense for?)
I'm okay with just being me from now on,
and I don't need this anymore.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
comma, ellipsis
anticipated sequel
It’s asymptotic
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
When I hoped for someone better
I never imagined I would get so much more
A friend who can lighten up my world in so many ways
and a girl who I'd never get tired of, even if everyday
Call it silly, call me early
But I've grown to like you a lot, really
this might be foolish of what I feel
but everyting 'bout you is beauty
Those eyes, that smile, and your personality
everything adds up, making me happy
I might not say it everytime
but your presence is ever so sublime
The feels when I'm near you
the thoughts when I'm without you
sounds crazy? sounds insane?
just like me staring in the pouring rain
How mad cute you are even when I'm just looking at you
and even when you're staring into the blue
how I'd love to call you mine
but the sad truth you ain't never gonna be, this time
It was clear as the day
even though you haven't even say
we're never gonna have something
but what I wanted is in you, every single thing
And I'd never get the chance to be that someone
I'd never get the chance to call you my girl
I'd never get the chance to hold you once more
'cause I'll never have that chance that I would be the one you would fall for
Wish someone would treasure you the way I do
and take care and love you true
'cause it should always be that
loving you without what ifs and no buts
But I'll be here for you always, no matter what
I'm never gonna leave you, the truth is that
I'll always be that one friend
you can rely on until the end
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
pendulum drawn back
and let go
God breathes life into his creation
in an awesome transformation
of potentiality to reality
swinging forth, happiness
and back, to suffering
a dog chases his own tail
at the asymptotic futility
of grasping at clouds
tranquil Death chuckles
sitting still
betwixt the poles
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 1:25 AM UTC
i followed, until the follower button broke and suddenly
sullenly you're verified hanging out with other pretty things
amenity people, furniture unwrapped from foreign places
making flirty faces with the next boy and the next ones after that
i followed until my patience broke and the pride flooded in
rejection swiftly came within the bucket my heart was found within
just because it feels so good, you knowing my secrets
and stalking my social media like my biggest fan
it doesn't mean a thing if i don't know you at all like i used to
enter stage left: the regret part nine hundred and seven
maybe we're too young to feel something real between us
bottles of liquor on your mini fridge, messing around
with each other's bodies all this reddened afternoon, forgetting
the crisis seems so averted when the asymptotic answer
is just forgetting it exists and you can do way better than
hanging out with me but here we are
i swear i can make it worth something for you to remember
well i'll be the one you'll take home tonight or tomorrow
in that red convertible like a weird chainsmoker song
and i'll forget it's 2017 just for the whole ride.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
i want to melt away
fall through this chair
porous and weightless
obsequious to time
and the disappearing
act it attempts every
second plowing through
space as a false fourth
dimension like fabric
is not artificial
i want to submit to the
super massive black
hole in the middle of
these lonely neighbor-
hoods wanting everything
but always empty
hungrier as it consumes
the almighty balancer
juggling light and dark
existence and absence
chainsaws and flaming
torches while on a uni-
cycle for the amusement
of what
i want to decay to have
a half life scientists will
use to date blank stares
and suburban angst
i decay faster than time
always approaching zero
asymptotic and wistful
for a perpetual motion
set to stare at the yellow
lit rain for eternity
submerged in aesthetic
my toes begin to fall asleep
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
we are here because of the trees
what about the climate of our mind?
too many versions of alternative realities
and we've killed the spirit of oceans
in our souls
our bones don't grow roots anymore
we exist because of the flowers
and we are dying in the most stylish way
wearing Dior mascara, high heels, oh,
the latest Zara shirt
we are here because of the bees
it's not to late to ask ourselves
what is the climate of our hearts?
death can be so
just so asymptotic with our obsessions
so asymbolic on golden shoulders
and climate just another
hollow word
sent to Mars
Feb 12, 2022
Feb 12, 2022 at 10:26 AM UTC
when angels get deadly bored in angelland
they decide to matchmake yin and yang
a breathtaking game of -love and hate- kicks off
their watch broadcasts meditative brittle glitters
as expected from the dutiful glitter brittles
finally they also have fun
oh the glorious common hearted one
but for a while it remains
and ubiquitousness escapes
within that while infinite loop
while with
condition always returns
true
assured they are
to have hoarded a concept of none
because only none can break the program
it runs
through
curls and whirls
attracts and repels
hums and vector sums
bubbly groans
made of sour cherry wood drums
asymptotic shapes of ascension moans
'Oh yes this surely is miraculous!'
one for fun
one for ‘oh please be my hon’
Stay at the jolly night of proms with us
we are so heartily amused!
They travel beyond ignorance
to a pointless point of their own absence
‘for the land’
they repeatedly say
from far far away
lost words as such
slowly produces by-products
made of tingly-wiggly bugs
capable of delaying holiness
of now
capable of creating time
for no one
with a halt sign
until game of supremeness bears a ...
break!
made of HUM
a Sound
like none
heard once
along the aileron of a vitreous dome
while
the unheard stays
with the one
and which is of one
wipes off that angelland
for the better I guess
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
my life resembles an asymptote
it never touches or reaches its dreams
and that is the sole reason for it's existence
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 6:13 AM UTC
Slender reeds sway gently
in the cool breeze of your passage.
The whispery songs of dusk
carry across the placid waters.
The trembling shadows of clouds
skim lightly
across the liquid mirror of the pond.
A flock of young geese
is pecking hungrily
at the waterlogged and bloated corpse
of your tutor.
The axe wound
in her eyeless skull
gapes darkly
in the dying light
of a perfect summer day.
As you glide back
across the dew-glittered meadow
toward the house,
the first tremulous notes
of the nightly choir of frogs and cicadas
float up into the darkening sky,
blanketing the thin and muffled screams
of the tutor’s daughter.
Her head cracks and implodes,
like a coconut wrapped in a wet towel,
as I lean on the handle
of the big vise
in our toolshed.
Equations and asymptotic curves;
Variables and discontinuities –
I Subtract Thee From The Sum of Humanity…
The eels down at the murky bottoms
will have thoughts for food tonight.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
(a piece from high school (I’ve been reorganizing))
I am simply at my worst these days.
Wild and unpredictable emotions rush on me - it's a place where the layer of control and composure are very thin.
This school year has been an endless working, always desperate, collection of days.
Each passing week seemed to unmask some flaw in me.. Like peeling a rotten onion.
Emotionally, spiritually, I’m drubbed—I droop like a hanged man.
It's not the work—I survive (piano) competitions and academic battles as if by some brand of magic..
No, it's more.
I have lost my goal. Like biblical engineers raising the tower of Babel on the plain of Sennaar, I am struck by a lack of focus. My direction, my original plans, seem shallow—I stand purposefully gelded.
It's worse because I'm somehow so much less who I want to be.
Like an asymptotic curve I constantly miss my ideal. I am hunted, internally, by my own inner voice, that ruthless, pittyless, seeker of perfection.. it lurks like the prowling wolf, stalk bent walk.. sifting my every thought, my every action for flaws.. until like the wing weary hunted pray I could almost welcome the killers warmth for sweet silence
In a mood somewhere between cowardly and courageous I finally approached my mom..
In a speech from the scaffold, I told her of my black, tight, treacherous spiral.. of my doubts about everything.
I expected the worst.. a disappointment, in less than cryptic, ciphered messages, a slow sharpening of her claws on me for endless shortcomings..
Instead, I got miracles..
as if rigid constellations had shifted.. an atmosphere of freedom earned.. and at least for that moment, the mom who used to sing me awake in the mornings as a girl.. and a delicious summer of rest.
.
.
A song for this:
Everyday Is A Winding Road by Sheryl Crow
Cruel To Be Kind by Letters to Cleo
.
Oh, and a Christmas playlist because—it’s December!:
https://daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_02.mp3
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 2:11 PM UTC
2/4
Our worlds experienced tangency
Once, we met and then you're gone
And somehow, that was fine
3/4
Our worlds are asymptotic
You are so close and if i can just reach out
Maybe it would have cleared the doubt
4/4
Our worlds formed a circle
We are half-arcs filling each other
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
Eyes:
The glimmer has dulled.
In the winter
We curled together
Hopeful that summer would melt our frozen hearts.
Cryogenics never quite took off; forever is nothing to scoff at. How are we to spend eternity when this quarter century has already lasted too long? We listen to the same songs on repeat- we know the words but forgotten how to tap our feet. Asymptotic lives forced to come close but never meet. Summer is here. Our hearts were never really frozen, that's just what they told us. And to come together is to burn alive- Salem witch trials- mediocre minds know extraordinary vileness. Nights I wake up drenched in sweat wondering what could have been. I play our songs half hoping to be frozen in memory. I reach and reach, but touch only air. Heavy, humid air. Always choking on ghostly emotions. Rain clouds come round but nothing falls. Existential drought. Bodies fall,
Silent
Under the sun.
The unaffected
Play on the beach
And have fun.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC