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Jessy Ivan Diaz Apr 2014
I asked my math professor if he knew what the equation was when two entities meet at a specific moment in life.

Is there a letter to substitute in for her name?

Or a number for the amount of time I spend with her.

Did the great elucid create any form of geometrical sequences that would

allow me to intersect the way life intertwined,

the way our hands intertwined.

I was clueless when it came to her,

being unable to justify what traveled faster

her voice against my skin
or light across the open space.

If I could write out a formula for the way our bodies melt, the periodic table would find a new element within.

What would our acronym be, what would our lives become if we solidify or become a gaseous state

Our atoms bouncing against each other’s hearts like the core of a star, matter weighing millions of tons that we orbit around each other like two galaxies connecting.

Yet illuminating the dead space like a Fourth of July only this is a firework burning for billions of years.

Two bodies,
hearts beating,
melting into one.

What will they write down in books about us.

What will they think when they start to study about our nebula's.

Were their hearts to empty,
or were they full of life?

Were they human?
Mercury Chap Jun 2015
Solitude ground of ashen field
The fire burnt memories feign
Happiness, joy, elucid emotions
In a place where the truth is buried.

Dry leaves left with none trodden on
Talking of theft and safety gone
In a field so tireless and abandoned
But one day comes when one reshapes surroundings.

That day will make all the bonding.
Mercury Chap Apr 2015
Stop.
It.
   Mind.
Just SHUT UP for once
Stop the streams from overflowing out from that useless brain
Put on breaks on the car you're driving fast and insane
Mind is stupid bleaming useless rhymes
To the twisted nerves of the twisted inward eye
Unfaithful teachings, Just stop before being taught
Untruthful preachings, it's all a lie but you don't get caught
You're all an illusion
But my thoughts, an addictive dillusion
It's all impossible things I think of
Then it's hard to breathe when I know it's true
That it's impossible to be with you
Just slow down the streams
That flow within me like a flue
Contagious to make me clear to stand away from truth
Stop deceiving me as if I am a stranger
Make things to me more elucid
Instead of pushing me into danger
Because I am a mere innocent kid
Trapped on your purposely slippery pathways
My car to future like this would soon skid.


You are me, you understand?
Stop pushing me and give me your hand
Take me up and up
Higher, I am not a scared pup
I know what you are doing
I am family, don't get me falling
DOWN
  BACK
TO EARTH
You are a part of me
Then let me see
How we could be
When we co-operate together in harmony.

So, brain,
Don't leave me alone
Be in control
Don't lose your track
I am behind your back
I'll be there for you
You'll be there for I
Let's not make us fall into the pit
Instead make the sky a target we should together hit.

Please don't cheat on I
Because you're the last one me trusts
Do never say to innocence your goodbyes
Or else like my words
We'll both be stuck here like
DuMb wOrst bUds.
To my brain. Please, don't cheat on me.
Frances May 2018
Mellow
Mundane
Mutiny
Meets the madman
Conducting orchestration
For our mothers lips
Saint Frances
Saint Frances
Saint Frances
I hope you've arrived
Cacooned eyes awaiting
Ephemeral steady fluctuation
Persephone gaze
Diana's rage
Eternal blue flame
Dripping crimson fingertips
The heavens eloped when you left us here.
us.
here
Remains.
Remains on the fire escape
An external buzz
Heard during my cigarette break
My sight caught by persephones polenating powerhouses who remains meditative and floating
Above the clover grass
Elucid and fleeting
Yet evermore
Remains on the tumbling limestones and mounds of our ancestors.
I beg for your wisdom
Sometimes I think
I'm hearing your voice
Asking me to be calm
And stop searching so deep
Saying your "with me
In more than the form of a humble bumble bee
But still keep running for me through the vast trees
Until you find your self unmoving and buckled at the knees"
I hear my grandfathers voice when I see a bumble bee, and my Grandmother Frances' face when I look at a church. I never met them or heard their voices while they were alive, but I'd care to believe they're with me always.

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