"eae" poems
"...Igitur quantitates relativae non sunt eae ipsae quantitates quarum nomina prae se ferunt, sed earum mensurae illae sensibilis (verae an errantes) quibus vulgus loco mensuratarum utitur..."
--D. Isaaci Newtoni.
Time did not relent under the force of speculation. The only trees that could be seen were in the photographs beyond the reach of the faltering jeep. Although it was claimed that such a rugged machine would endure the longer journeys, truth explained that the truck had grown old. It had a ferocious grill to protect the radiator.
cos ln q ( u ) d P d e = mu chi v ( w ) d ( y , par Z ) d ( x , hyp N ) .
The sense of protection fended off any result of error on the highway. Basic footing expressed the hardness, and the light, floating away, came from electric lamps, like eyes, glowing through dust. The name of the purpose implied that sensitive eyes disliked the sudden splash of illumination. It was true; the passengers did not like the expectation of more to come. The new engines were stronger and ran cooler.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
Today I'm feeling weary and my back is sore and tight,
Please give me a back massage, I won't put up a fight.
Please massage my shoulders, my legs and my feet,
Then please massage massage again, that would be so sweet.
When you done massaging, massaging high and massaging low,
Could you give me a body tickle, from my face down to my toes?
By the time you complete this task, I feel like I've achieved zen,
And if you do this every night, I'll never say no again.
EAE
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
I want to be your habit,
Your guilty pleasure,
Hooked like prometh and codeine,
I'll love you forever
I want to be your habit,
Who's always there for you,
Like the THC rushing to your brain
I make happy what was once blue
I want to be your habit,
The kind you can't escape
Who picks up pieces of your broken heart
And reconnects the pieces with tape
EAE
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
My mind is a prison and I can’t break free,
Bars made of emotions, but only I can see,
The walls of my cell hold images of my life,
18 years in that house and nothing but strife
Mentally abused, they couldn’t just leave me be,
So why do they ask about all this hatred in me,
So close to breaking, THC was my release
Which ended by getting tossed in the backseat by the police
Three years under the radar, I’ve become a ghost,
I find solace in nobody, unlike most
When the inevitable comes, I’ll once again go insane,
unleash and make me worthy for the mark of Cain.
There is one who can save me from this end,
And it’s the reason why she’s my only lover and friend.
EAE
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
I went out to see you over n' over
And found a special day,
The day I'd ask you to be my girl
Which was the 1st of May
It was very early in the morning,
The morning when you said yes,
Of the day after the day I danced,
With you in your pretty dress.
Know that I have loved you,
Loved you now and and at the start,
The start of a day with a gown and rings
And the day I first gave you my heart <3
EAE. Rica <3
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC