"hyperbola" poems
the parabola
of your umbrella
as you offer it to the girl
becoming
increasingly
damp
in the rain
the ellipse
of your lips
against
hers
the circle
of your ring
around her
pretty little finger
the hyperbola
of your backs
arched away from
each other
as you sleep
soundly
in your bed
(if only she were me)
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 8:35 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
The fragility of the heart is the closest certainty I know
I used to think a broken heart was a hyperbola
give a description of your remission
the loudest sound of all love unspoken
yet we always hear the sound of love broken
and if you repair something broken
it is never the same even if the flaws are never seen
the more it breaks the harder it will be to pawn off as being in perfect condition
if you sew up an incision you will most likely see a scar
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
~
You are the Sun.
Gravitational pull unmatching.
I feel your presence so entirely magnetic.
Caught in your orbit, I'll stay
Constantly I pray. For a Hyperbola;
An un-ending, un-wavering escape
So bright, my eyes can't tolerate
You give me life, but a cancer you create
From the moment I step into your light
I open myself up;
To risk. To death.
To end. My end.
And your perserverance.
~
-S.A.-
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
~
*taking sides
picking flowers
dead and buried
on the surface line
counting hostages
trading stamps
extended infinitely
at right angles
cozy spaces
married couples
perpendicular
legs and mingled stria
one over the other
It's all conjugated
hyperbola
a tourist trap
with zero interest
for a year*
~
Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 8:09 AM UTC
Never did I belong in this patch
the hatch of lies and misconception
where ice covers all there ever was
where maps are painted, never was
the touch of grenades and bombs
as tombs and gravestones stomps
Never did I belong in this patch
the coded identity, the spirit implosion
where ice covers all there ever was
where the hyperbola sits ever alive
on the mouth of the North Pole
as distance lands remains unreachable
Never did I belong on this patch
the production zone of slave machines
where we labour and bore workers
where institutions are unfunctional
feeding loneliness to the masses slowly
as the truth remains covered inside ice sheets
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC
The perfect reflection of change
Revealing the illusory dichotomy
Of a present on the move
Fading into the past,
Approaching the future
Like a moving hyperbola
Casting a mysterious shadow
On things we can never know
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC