"gravities" poems
perhaps our cause is selfishness, but in the most honest way
we say it
we do
our thoughts are released, and yes, mingle
always interjoined, like two separate words sewn together into one
we share, and also
we justify each other
i am selfish, about you
i admit, i give in, you are the one to whom i exercise no charity
to myself, kept to my breast, melt between into my liquid soul
my heart will pillow you
with its thrum
don't you find it rhythmic?
a selfish question: i need you to say 'yes'
you are gravity
and i slam,
hurried, sped through the breath of masses who slip out of sight before even being passed
into your body
press my face to yours
lips tangle
in sentences, in action, in smiles, in outright cackling laughter that somehow you
find adorable
and i say again, i am selfish of you
i crave you to myself, all my own, become unto me
for i cant do without you
now that i have your taste
and the same is said for you; from you to me?
you need me?
you crave me?
mind mirrors mind, and you become the meteor?
i, your destination
i to fold into your soul
(gladly gone, meet me there)
so we both hold the other in selfishness, no love to share but
love to keep and be kept
and that is magnitude
our gravities combine
single form, single line, singular to the last freckle and toe
you and I are an Us
and we're selfish together
because love
is need
desire
selfish want
and so, so, so very splendid
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
I overflow, I absorb,
I push, I retreat — and then
I pour it out.
I gave myself names,
So, I took on forms,
Types, meanings,
Traits I had never worn before —
Unlikely mutations.
The end was
The Beginning of Everything.
II
I materialized,
Threading time and space onto myself.
I exploded,
Giving birth and dying —
In multiverses.
III
I budded through fractals,
Creating illogical gravities.
Where there was supposed to be no life —
Angular feelings emerged,
Flattened stars,
Ellipsoidal planets...
Until Human Beings appeared.
IV
Then everything changed.
They began to put me in boxes
Shouting with anger:
“My Faith!”
“Your Philosophy!”
And yet I am everything:
Existence in non-existence,
A colorful flash,
Undulating silence,
A sigh that screams.
V
Drink me,
Eat me piece by piece,
Discover me — but don't defend yourself
Against denial,
Consequences
And mistakes
When you see a wall in front of you.
VI
Don't take yourself away —
Because YOU ARE
Also, in that
In which you sink
Your Gaze
Your Hearing
Your Thoughts.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
They don't speak, all the long,
winding bus journey. They are
strangers, with nothing in common
besides the No 50 route
and the free travel passes
afforded to them on account
of their quietly advancing years.
She sits in the seat in front of him.
Their eyes never lock. His myopic
gaze through thick NHS lenses
rests neutral on the back of her head,
her softly blue-rinsed curls and the collar
of an eminently sensible overcoat.
They sit, both silent, as
- outside the foggy bus windows -
winter has one last chew on
time's bony old carcass.
She has a slight stoop which
she's doing her best to hide, and his
shaking hands make his liver spots blur.
They stand - the bus stopping at their
mutual destination - shuffling sideways
into the aisle, and something
unexpected
happens.
The bus jolts suddenly forwards,
then lurches to a startled halt,
and she falls backwards
into his arms
and he
catches her.
For a second,
strange gravities assume control.
There's a moment,
governed by different laws of
physics and chemistry
and half-forgotten, half-remembered biology.
She flushes, infused with something
warm and thirst-whettingly girlish, and he
surges with a newfound potency,
standing taller, the woman he's supporting
somehow lessening the burden of his age.
Her spine straightens, and
she laughs. His face, smiling, youthens.
His hands hold her unstooped shoulders and
don't tremble.
Sun breaks through cloud outside the window.
They remember it's spring out there somewhere.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
**A ravaged beauty -
long threatened tired life,
riding appreciated**
Friday’s off-road cycle ride started late with a heart-choking chill head-wind blown rain - blurring my glassed vision, so I trusted into the triple lanes of colours slicing through the Vale of Neath. Here a builder’s ladder jumped boomeranging off it's white van - attempting to decapitate me - behind me it’s miss was announced by squealing brakes and crunching impacts, scaring alive splattered visions of a flat-end and being posted within a near drain. Surviving today's devilled ribbon of the dangerous windscreen imprisoned - sitting with pub bound murderous cohorts - I found off-road safe solitude’s mountain bike path East to Coelbren - joining new, a fine yet unsigned cycle route curling around Mynydd y Drum, to open views of Cwm Tawe as I pass hunting twisting through woods a single Red Kite. Then gravities speed, circles barriers into Ystradgynlais top - a narrow ribboned descent, hemmed by cars and paved children to the rugby fields.
**Senses travelogue -
previously un-experienced,
time spins slower**
Here the trails old section points to Swansea - winding lost betwixt fields, paths, trees and roads to Cwmtawe Cycleway proper, there to pedal beside and across Afon Tawe with repeated special offers of child saddled exhaust roaring kamikazes, bicycle maiming broken glass, proudly owned attack dogs, branch hung ball-sacks of excrement, visions of the lost ripped-away steel gated stops, hacked-off wooden fences and never-there deceitful dreams of red doggy bins all disguised what passed for hidden beauty, which he called lovely ugly. *Backing-into Pontardawe to crawl away below the dark bridge,
past a single inviting pub - I accompany the Tawe and it's twin a decrepit polished canal
through ***** alleys - until our hero stutters, gapes then tunnels under
great noisious noxious ribbons of hurtling tired....*
**Pressured paced life -
impossible commitments,
Living organic**
.
May 1, 2010
May 1, 2010 at 9:37 AM UTC
Sudden discovery, a small deviation.
If only it wasn't him - drawing me in.
Deceived of weightless conditions
I found myself to be gravities victim.
Due the laws of universal attraction
within my orbit his force was in effect.
Falling for him never was inhibitable,
therefore I fell and dissolved to
dark matter
Jan 13, 2023
Jan 13, 2023 at 1:34 AM UTC
**A ravaged beauty -
long threatened tired life,
riding appreciated
Friday’s off-road cycle ride started late with a heart-choking chill head-wind blown rain - blurring my glassed vision, so I trusted into the triple lanes of colours slicing through the Vale of Neath. Here a builder’s ladder jumped boomeranging off it's white van - attempting to decapitate me - behind me it’s miss was announced by squealing brakes and crunching impacts, scaring alive splattered visions of a flat-end and being posted within a near drain. Surviving today's devilled ribbon of the dangerous windscreen imprisoned - sitting with pub bound murderous cohorts - I found off-road safe solitude’s mountain bike path East to Coelbren - joining new, a fine yet unsigned cycle route curling around Mynydd y Drum, to open views of Cwm Tawe as I pass hunting twisting through woods a single Red Kite. Then gravities speed, circles barriers into Ystradgynlais top - a narrow ribboned descent, hemmed by cars and paved children to the rugby fields.
Senses travelogue -
previously un-experienced,
time spins slower
Here the trails old section points to Swansea - winding lost betwixt fields, paths, trees and roads to Cwmtawe Cycleway proper, there to pedal beside and across Afon Tawe with repeated special offers of child saddled exhaust roaring kamikazes, bicycle maiming broken glass, proudly owned attack dogs, branch hung ball-sacks of excrement, visions of the lost ripped-away steel gated stops, hacked-off wooden fences and never-there deceitful dreams of red doggy bins all disguised what passed for hidden beauty, which he called lovely ugly. Backing-into Pontardawe to crawl away below the dark bridge, past a single inviting pub - I accompany the Tawe and it's twin a decrepit polished canal through ***** alleys - until our hero stutters, gapes then tunnels under great noisious noxious ribbons of hurtling tired....
Pressured paced life -
impossible commitments,
Living organic**
.
May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 12:54 AM UTC
In God’s mind,
there was infinity.
a slowly whirling,
glittering,
eternity
of terrifying bright night,
full of
flames that sprinted in ellipses,
and marbled floating globes with
golden belts of grit and sand
all this,
tethering His earth with their
gravities.
In God’s mind, there was
a glassy-toothed plesiosaurus,
smooth-skinned,
dark-eyed,
soaring through the
airy
green
deeps.
In God’s mind, there was
a rumply, wrinkly boulder of an elephant,
curling his corrugated trunk
shaking his curving tusks.
And in God’s mind there was His Child.
In God’s mind there were His children:
heads, feet, hearts,
muscles, nerves,
veins, eyes, and hands and mouths.
all these.
And once upon a time,
in God’s mind,
there was a
small,
feathered thing.
light-boned and fragile,
with a pert, sassy **** to its head--
a daring rascal of a bird!
It had a thin, flat tail like a paintbrush,
that flicked and bobbed as though
held loose in
an artist’s indecisive fingers--
As for the feet, their scales were like a lizard’s
gray, scalloped ones,
fringing eight skinny claws--
such a small bird!
And the wings --He smiled--
the wings were the best part,
those bronzy-edged feathers,
as neatly lapping over each other
as shingles on a roof.
Ah, yes,
in God’s mind there was
a sparrow.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
A leaf caught upon a breeze
Spinning in one place,
As if the earth was
Repelling,
Shunning,
Dancing
Upon gravities whims
I watch hypnotised by this
Dancing leaf,
I asked if in need of help
But its words were but silence
Spinning,
Caressed,
Flowing
With the delicate movments
Granted by the breeze,
I stepped closer to see this natures dance
And upon silken thread did it hold tight,
"Never falling to earth"
Hanging,
Suspended,
Graceful
Movements, its time may come to fall
But for now it dances upon silken thread
Dancing within the breathe of the gentle breeze.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
High as I was
I took the jump for you
And as I did
You fell for her too
She took her leap
But she slipped from your hand
Now tell me, darling
Where do we land?
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
Four paws walk
Through veins of
My heart with soothing
Whispers of love
Two eyes melting
All pain away
Speaking silently
Removing life's gravities
Licks of a warm
Pink panting tongue
Gently Washing away
Stains of the day
Waging tail brushing
Hope deep into the
Recess of my soul no
Human can touch
Written by E.M.Rushton
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
Into my blood like a poison's sharp bite
you rush into me suddenly and your effect excites
your presence resonates in me with a musing delight
and I give into the death of wanting others, with no fight
I succumb to the mysteries in your almond colored eyes
I pull you in close to me and hold you tight
push your hair back and move past your guise
and realize that here with you no rule applies
I move into you so close I can feel you breathing
so close I find the rhythm to your heart's beating
closer still till I feel your blood heaving
closer than skin touching and each movement teasing
so close but the kiss would be cheating on this
anticipation
so time stops as I pause an inch away from your lips
with a longing hesitation
Not ready to end the journey to say I've arrived at a destination
not when every hot breath is the perfect flirtation
not when the wait puts me into those eyes with fixation
not yet when I enjoy so much finding the solutions to our complicated equation
but then our lips meet because nothing can stop gravities thrusting
and I dive into your warm kiss with a white hot lusting
with no restraint I come at you with a craving crushing
and I realize with each next kiss that neither of us are rushing
and an hour goes by and then it's been two
and an entire evening unwinds into just us two
and the world is refined to just me and you
and each next kiss makes the night glow a golden hue
I've no place I want to be but here
and my words never seem to make that clear
so I'll tell you tonight with every way I keep you near
and we will just kiss until the hours all disappear
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 11:52 AM UTC
One eye lined a rippling void in our favor
Two lights aimed to dither coherence astray
A spark may be one
A pyre, another
Two methods by which we may aptly narrate
These volumes which artifice rendered impassive
Some lifetimes ago
As if carved out of stone
Upon faces that masons could not replicate
We taxed ourselves harsh by indulging old spirits
But graver the crime was to give them a name
The deepest transgression of all, incorporeal
Our memories in the end gave us away
Yes, nostalgia seeps in through the gaps in our logic
To shepherd the currents beneath those blue waves
As if tides could be altered by such visitation
And oceans stood frozen with forces concealed by
Some gravities borne of celestial weight
Reluctant to wake and depart Colorado
My surrogate mother
Our canvas to paint
Expressions whipped dry by the skirt of her leather
And eardrums wrung pierced by the crags and the scree
If I leave now this portal may vanish forever
I could leave my sins here in the chill of the Springs
Release them down mineshaft chutes long since abandoned
In futile attempts to abscond the unclean
And rise to leave haunts of offenses unstated
To come crawling back from the dead
Southbound with me
Hold out, I was told
With arms to receive
You'll make sure to keep your hands steady for me
I'm soaked to the core with my soul and voice breaking
With eyes for your heart and its formless cascade
And my pail with dozens of holes to redeem
An abundance of squalls brewed behind both those seams
The light crosses your path
And you won't look away
When I question by which laws such mirrors are made
And it all seems so cruel that we're drawn here to suffer
To be teased and transfixed by what glimmers remain
I can drum up what strengths I have left to ignite you
I'll shout even louder when you forget your name
I'll relearn every way that I've known how to love you
But we're taught to process what we cannot maintain
Yes, our hearts are irreparably torn in this way
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
Eyes Reflecting Off The Sides Of The Road,
A Frigid Wind Whispers Fate's Secrets,
Through The Bare Branched Trees,
The Half Moon Hidden Behind Charcoal Clouds,
Artificial Lights Try To Lead The Way,
The Glow Swallowing The Creatures,
Hidden In The Groves,
And As Breaks Screech On Death's Pavement,
Bodies Collide,
One That Is Metal,
And One That Is Hide,
Blood Trickles From The Corner Of Her Mouth,
As She Wobbles Backwards,
But She Is Hit Once Again And Thrown,
Astray,
Useless,
A Carcass,
Caught In The Arms Of Gravity,
On The Frosty Assvault,
Eyes Foggy And Lightless,
Her Body Lies Cold And Still,
Life One Second,
Taken Away The Next,
A Heart Silent,
Lungs Release The Nights Chilled Air,
And Another Breath Won't Ever Be Inhaled,
In Her Soul She Knew She Didn't Have To Die,
But Now She's Free From That Mangled Body,
We Put You On Gravities Death Bed Of Gravel
But I See You
In The Stars
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 1:48 PM UTC
tangled in my bed, you’re holding the bits of my smile that i didn’t even know fell out.
there, in the the gravities of messy sheets and intimate eye contact,
we come upon the part of the story when it reaches a climatic point of dizzying anticipation,
the type of expectation
that whispers sweetly on my skin as if it had the plot of our collision written on it.
here is the precipice of something scary; my tentative hands outstretched—
a coincidental incident; your hands reaching back,
folding me into your body.
everything is the same: the sun still came up to light our faces and
this little town hasn’t changed.
but everything is different, oh god.
the day i sat down in a mostly empty hallway
was the day that i realized i am the worst of unintentional catalysts.
the blush of borrowed luck stains my knuckles and i clench my fists in hopes that it will stay
before i let a safe house like you shelter a storm like me.
i’m so afraid of breaking you.
i’m afraid of my own vulnerabilities.
i’m afraid of letting people into the places where there’s still some wholeness to me. i know—i’m a walking contradiction.
touch and go,
stay and leave,
everything seems to fold.
what is that saying.
“the best laid plans of mice and men, often go awry”?
never had a plan when it came to things like us but please understand
there are certain fragilities i can’t fathom in me and that i’m afraid of my destruction as i am of my own creations.
but for now, this is the first chapter in our book.
this is the first day I wake up.
this is where we start.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
in the basement
where we keep our little gravities-
apparently the earth gave way
and hell announced a cavity.
allow for strange attractors
to collapse before they're intimate.
and never take the stairs
until you've locked the room beneath it.
according to the rule
there may be echoes from the chamber
a misery of wraiths
or a raven in the manger.
or a hackle of contempt
the very air, a shrike of drone.
an epistle from a hornet's nest-
at the back of our throats.
in the very, very quiet
where we keep our little maladies-
apparently the basement is as good a place as enmity.
allow for cain and abel
and perhaps you have the half of it,
swinging from a hook in every room we've heard it laughing in.
according to the rule
there may be black so black it's blackening
and everywhere the hoards of wane
dispel the moon
because.
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 5:24 AM UTC
in the basement
where we keep our little gravities-
apparently the earth gave way
and hell announced a cavity.
allow for strange attractors
to collapse before they're intimate.
and never take the stairs
until you've locked the room beneath it.
according to the rule
there may be echoes from the chamber
a misery of wraiths
or a raven in the manger.
or a hackle of contempt
the very air, a shrike of drone.
an epistle from a hornet's nest-
at the back of our throats.
in the very, very quiet
where we keep our little maladies-
apparently the basement is as good a place as enmity.
allow for cain and abel
and perhaps you have the half of it,
swinging from a hook in every room we've heard it laughing in.
according to the rule
there may be black so black it's blackening
and everywhere the hoards of wane
dispel the moon
because.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 3:19 AM UTC
This arcade of lights opalescent in nature
weaving on the fabrics of particles that
coalesce in the soup of creation.
concepts of reality entwined with in
linear moments that have yet to happen,
come to pass, that are distant echoes seen.
The merry-go-round of galaxies gravities
playground, like a slowly draining sink,
into the darkness of voids we disappear.
When the vacuum of this reality cleans the
carpet and all is dark, will it once again
regurgitate what was swallowed and start again.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
theres a juncture
a crossroad
ask
Papa Legba
voodoo god
doorway to the loa
and Baudelaire
poet extraordinaire
when youthful passions and eroticism are sullied
and pretty pretty flies away
from years used up
and gravities command
a slow draying
suffocates leaps of consciousness
and leaves in its wake
belly bloats sagging gut
callouses
****** lines
slowing metabolism
and a host of other accumulated degradations
cruel revelations unpeel the chilled soul
as the light of the body is eroded
by time
and the horror of solitude sets in
a conjunction of creeps moon and Venus
show us new enticements
Satan's *** nail
an independent morality
flowers of evil
the eroticism of aesthetic suffering.
like idle hands in something filthy to ******
the glistening buttery *** of youth gone by
and in its place
forbidden undulations of dark dreams
and the beauty of ****** horror
or what then may i ask
the imagine-less drab canvass
of the castrated high minded middle class?
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC
in the basement
where we keep our little gravities-
apparently the earth gave way
and hell announced a cavity.
allow for strange attractors
to collapse before they're intimate.
and never take the stairs
until you've locked the room beneath it.
according to the rule
there may be echoes from the chamber
a misery of wraiths
or a raven in the manger.
or a hackle of contempt
the very air, a shrike of drone.
an epistle from a hornet's nest-
at the back of our throats.
in the very, very quiet
where we keep our little maladies-
apparently the basement is as good a place as enmity.
allow for cain and abel
and perhaps you have the half of it,
swinging from a hook in every room we've heard it laughing in.
according to the rule
there may be black so black it's blackening
and everywhere the hoards of wane
dispel the moon
because.
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
I know the fires of the sun
Every ray of light life giving
Destroys a little more
A spark for you would devastate my city
Why does passion burn intensely?
That my heart would turn to ash
Its not what I intend
That my heart becomes the coal
Fire
Fire brings warmth
Fire eviscerates
I guess its just my fate
To be only smoke and memory
As the better parts of me
Burn away
I know the fires of the sun
And the bottom of the ocean
Both are fools to gravities charms
The weight you give me
Why does passion reach so fully?
That there is no skin I know
That isn't marked
By your tattooed name
Fire
My soul and heart on fire
Fire is the name I love
I'll burn as willing tinder
To shed light upon your dreams
I only hope you love me
As a dream that will never be
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
Were joined to the surface,
I wish gravity would release
To be free
Like birds,
Soar free,
Glide high,
To touch the heavens before me,
I am leaving the ground
Deserting that which kept me down,
Gravity made me a prisoner
Held me to the floor,
I am free,
To arise,
To skim,
The clouds are my playground
I touch the silver lining
It is wet to the touch,
Freedom like I have never felt
Like a bird, I am of the heavens and sky,
But this is but a dream
I am gravities prisoner,
Joined to the surface, never to be free to fly..
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
If our Universe were laid out flat
With many others
How would we interact
In a beautiful multiverse
Maybe the gravities would merge
Intertwined in a way
Maybe our thoughts of tomorrow
Would be there today
Would we be a layer
In a celestial cake
Or a player
In a space-ruled game
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
Bones need not to be ashamed when under
florid light’s strict surveillance.
Take this as advantage. This means invitation.
Dragged you into a terrible work of a labyrinth,
anesthetizing your execution, your critical art
you had secretly loved and loathed –
Sensing out a pattern, your vision as tour:
we see nothing but wreckage, heed nothing but lassitude,
and when their faultless gravities fall
upon, let them interrupt us. When we are broken,
repair with beauty all who elude us everywhere:
introduce them kintsugi – all these years
of specious encounters: I have marks to prove,
telling like an alphabet, scattered like punctuation.
Bones need not their love for understanding.
When spread on a territory, virulent like a makeshift
field effect: necessary when transcribed what the utterer
resembles an intone of a blatant present: you too mirror
my figure. Shatter it when you are done with.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC
Creation within a galaxian cloud
Nebulae entwined molecules unite
One new star has taken that first breath today
Emotionally raised to the gods
Held to the mother by a greater attraction than gravities own
A gift of mankind welcomed by this universe
Our future and the worlds rely on each child
When our children look back, they have seen our future
When they look forward, they are our dreams
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 11:44 AM UTC
She was the prettiest girl on the playground swing
She was eleven
I was nine
I knew that it was doomed from the beginning
Stars in Heaven
Misaligned
Her pleated skirt-fly defying gravities
I was buried by
Her tall laugh singing
Digging me deeper
Years were bigger
Steeper back then
I wonder where she swings now
High and silly-free
Or down in the dirt
Where I still play
Two years behind
Apr 10, 2011
Apr 10, 2011 at 10:46 AM UTC