"interacts" poems
Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,
where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,
but writ like runes on starry dunes enclosed in cosmic history
Galactic dust, from novas' gusts, congesting empty spaces
once fatefully flung beyond the tongue of burnt out astral traces,
may recompress and coalesce in distant times and places
Galactic dwarves, like ancient wharves with silent planets mooring
yet still in spin though long done in, hide flares no longer soaring -
magnetic webs of eons ebb, in thermal fusion roaring
Galactic tides warp space divides, call forth sublime creation
while bending clocks in rippled shocks, unfolding time dilation
that seems to crown the flowing gown of pulsars' pulsed gyration
Galactic stew, a seething brew, midst background noise and chatter
like Chaos reigns, the sole remains of missing antimatter,
with just a trace to form a space-time, curved or somewhat flatter
Galactic glue holds something new: dark energy and matter
that interacts and counteracts the ancient Big Bang splatter:
a cosmic soup of strings and loops, a universal batter
Galactic life's replete and rife 'neath lactic milky wafer,
though solar gales leave unseen trails of cosmic rays, the strafer;
but nonetheless, one must confess, it seems there's nowhere safer
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
Breathless in the winters ewe,valentines the adolescent passion, smiless like a drought world,tears creating up a dam,heart breakers proccess,pronounce and procceed daily a day to remember,swimming, slimming tear fall.calf love will never take you down,it reaches your beautiful inside,traps and translate you'r kindnes into a devil evil's bin.smash your mind into darknes,calf love is a herd of brocken hearts,dissapointments,it inherite trust and close of honnesty but when u once own it,you will never re think,than to re use.sense the heat of frictional emotional force,calf love bunks,sticks and turn,lean above lime light and its ectacy,charge and interchange nor interacts the internal lies,calf love is a misery of ones soul
May 7, 2011
May 7, 2011 at 5:12 AM UTC
Mystery attraction between human
electric attraction felt on the body
is it the neuron interacts
or the star dust found it's complement particles?
Only the physical form
triggers the longing
and then
chemical and eternity bond.
How is this possible?
How is face triggers love?
These linger in my mind until now.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
We are not really broken
until we are broken
and then we mend
and break again
until our bones
become smashed
to smithereens
mapped into tiny lines
and cracks
with some darkness
in between
white matter, crushed
into jigsaw pieces,
laden with blood, with spit, with silt
until the despair
that fear releases
interacts with self-blame
and guilt
And how they weigh upon us,
these layers of pain
like heavy blankets
on our contours, in the dark
the maze of our pasts
thick upon us
as we strive to envision
a spark
perhaps just a tiny glowing,
at first, a barely felt
shadow of light
a glimmer, a whisper of
knowing,
a drive urging us on
to fight
and all of our minerals
rub off in sparkling crystals
as we brush up
against the walls
of that ever-blackened tunnel
as we stumble
and steady the fall
feeling a subterranean rumble
a shifting of perspective
as we battle questions,
spinning thick
into the whirlpool of our yearning
into molten metals, slick
We might think we can snap
with the ease
of a lonely brittle star
that tomorrow
could be a tribute,
in lacerations
to the last trace
of who we are
but it can happen, as we
sit upon, plan the edge
of our last breath
deep, subtle beats
of truth rise up
to repel the scent
of death
and, in pulses of light
it drifts
bends in willowy arcs
upon our soul it trips
******* light out
from the dark
and all the sharpened hooks
that kept us chained
to the abyss
are released as
we break free
into heaven's rolling kiss
feeling the flutters
of a new, kind breeze upon our skin
as Life's vast impulse
courses through us
and simply wins
and the only demise
we're mourning
is the death of
of a dormancy,
a resistance to again
receive and give
as we embrace
those little, precious instincts
that tell us to keep on
and choose
to live
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
Oh Kellyanne Conway, when she interacts
with the press, she presents the alternative facts.
The alternative facts, the alternative facts,
Oh my! How I love the alternative facts!
The moon is a cube and it's made out of wood.
The ocean's on fire, and broccoli tastes good.
The inaugural crowd was 12 million strong,
and liberty, life and equality's wrong.
The penguins are all busy making Swiss cheese
and poverty's ended whenever you sneeze.
The Donald shall reign o'er the world without end
and Vladimir Putin is our greatest friend.
Cyanide is nutritious and ice cream is hot.
The *** may be black but the kettle is not.
When night falls the sun gets sealed in a can,
and Trump is a kind, loving, wonderful man.
The alternative facts, the alternative facts,
dear God how I love the alternative facts.
To let tyranny rise through unspeakable acts,
let us live to embrace the alternative facts.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC
It's like i play a video game
A third person shooter
Or a badass RPG
My Avatar interacts
With the world
While I control him
From my comfortable room
My avatar talks to you
Not I
My avatar laughs at your jokes
Not I
My avatar holds your hand
Not I
My avatar is who you know
Not I
But I'm done playing
I want to destroy my avatar
I want to lay my hand on the screen
And push right through it
And enter your artificial world
And find you
And hold your hand
with my
real hand
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
His name is William
Just a boy
A perfect stranger
Who even after meeting, I retain now knowledge of
Except for a name
And a face
Not just a stranger, but a best friend
I think of him
I feel his effect on me in an almost nostalgic euphoria
As if imbedded in memory
I experience the sentiment of moments never shared
Reminiscing our friendship never realized
I don't know him
But we know each other completely
He recognizes my ways
Adapting movements without force to mine
Being just William, for me
An individual with a head to imagine
A single body to interact
Without hesitation he considered me-
A girl with no known purpose in his life
This indescribable man, he lives honestly
And he remembers that he, first and foremost is a man
Practicing human nature
Feeling emotion
Considering others in all realities
And utilizing his mind to better understand others
Thinking before thinking
He frequents fantasies, just like many
But keeps his life amongst the living
With no imagination to smooth imperfections
But he still interacts with shadows who present themselves willingly
Looking past their movements before
And treats all equally
As their living, breathing, feeling selves
I trust William
And don't care if I am wrong doing so
He's seen inside me with glazed eyes
And opened them to look at me
Considering my thoughts and feelings voiced many times before
Never manipulating in his favor, and never dismissing my views
He sees me, Alice
He heard my words in his hand
Unvoiced scribbles spelling thoughts
If he didn't agree, he never shook the letters off
He sees me living
And with that solely in mind
He turned his head, with body not brain
And shared a smile with feelings and heart.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
How others react when all goes to hell
So much about their character does tell.
How they act when things are going well though
Much more of their true character does show.
How one interacts daily with others
Of their character is a true measure.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
DEATH OF MAN
Ayad Gharbawi
BOOK ONE
November 25, 2009 - Damascus
So let me speak now on my thoughts that have been gathered from the years of my experiences and from the years of my thinking.
I have come to many conclusions, in a conclusion of my own life.
Let me talk about every subject that concerns you all.
You think of ‘religion’ – and that word has more than one meaning – and I must say that it is not ‘good news’ as so many religious and evangelical people propound.
I tell you my friendless friends that there is NO good news to speak of – at all. It does not exist. That does not mean to say that religious people are lying to you – no, it is just that they are idiots, that’s all.
Why do I say there’s no ‘good news?’ because life is a pile of broken glass, blood, hysteria, panic, depression, failures and ultimate pointlessness.
Let me start from the beginning.
In the beginning, Man was created and he and she are a truly, unbelievably DESPICABLE entity.
That’s my starting point for Man, his History and his so-called Civilisation.
That is my starting point for WHO Man is today as he interacts and talks with other people.
Don’t trust Man!
Don’t believe in Man!
Remember and remember firmly that Man is fundamentally EVIL and you must act accordingly.
If you trusted Man, then you must pay the price.
Why do you then cry?
Didn’t you guess or understand or fathom who this repulsive entity was and is and will be?
Now IF you can actually comprehend that Man is fundamentally evil, then you should be on the Right Path.
Now when I tell YOU that Man is evil, that means that everyone that is around your existence is EVIL.
Your family are evil; your beloved ‘friends’ are evil, your ‘lovers’ are evil, your children are ultimately going to be evil – and this fact particularly HURTS.
The humans in your job are evil. Basically try to understand that EVERONE in your life is evil and act accordingly.
What do these words mean?
These words mean that when your beloved ‘friends’ speak to you then you must pretend and act that you too ‘like’ them. But within your heart, BEAR NO ILLUSIONS! Your ‘friends’ are nothing more than sickening creatures who will one day stab you in your back.
Remember that when humans ‘talk’ to you they do not understand what and why they speak.
Ask your friend this question, ‘Who exactly are you?’
They ought to answer you honestly, ‘I know NOT myself. My Unknown Self’.
ADMIT you humans that you know not who you are!
Think that perhaps you are NOTHING?
Can you understand that question?
Jew Christian Moslem Buddhist Hindu ------- ‘who’ are ‘you’? What is your Self?
What is your Identity?
How can we – we, who do not know you - RECOGNISE you?
And what if we cannot recognise you precisely because your personality is completely unrecognisable?
What if your Self & your Soul are Unrecognisable?
Do you ever – at any flickers of Time – sense & feel that you yourself are Completely Unrecognizable?
Dec 23, 2009
Dec 23, 2009 at 6:42 AM UTC
My baby's beauty makes her shine brighter than a chandelier
Like sparkling water,her eyes so clear
Her kind is quite rare,
I mean...she glows in the dark !!
In the making,her creator was quite fair
For beauty,the creator gifted her quite a share
Many a time when she enters a room,she attracts attention effortlessly
Sometimes,this gets her under tension
But still,she shines through every season
And I love how her character transcends her beauty
The way she interacts with everyone she meets,further makes her such a rarity
She's royalty
Her heart is of gold
Despite the world being so cold
Such a go-getter,attitude so bold
My baby's beauty makes her shine brighter than a chandelier
My baby's beauty makes her shine brighter than a chandelier
Come baby,
Come be me near
Come be with me,
Am glad you finally made it here
With you by my side,I have no fear
When we are apart,my thoughts are so tangled,but with by my side,they get so clear
Assure me that you'll never leave,whisper it in my ear
Just because of how you make me feel
Even when you travel far and wide
Provided you'll come back right to me,all the waiting,
Am ready to bear
Come on now, let's get bare
I wanna kiss you there 😉
It's been a while and oh,btw,I love the smell if your hair
I'll forever be yours,no truth or dare
The top secret is your care
And always remember...you,with nobody I don't and never will wanna share
My baby's beauty makes her shine brighter than a chandelier.
(27/11/2021)
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 4:25 PM UTC
Now that the night has arrived
It feels right to glide into it.
To give up the fight
And the daily draining
Of my soul into the sun.
It seems right to hear the cars
Zipping by.
Florescent lights as a gentle sight.
The twinkle, glitter of the sky
And the breathe that is not quite a sigh.
The bushes sway right to left
While the wind works like a caress.
It kisses and commands everything it interacts with.
And everything around it works with it.
And everyone here likes to go with the flow of this life.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
Though I haven’t loved someone
Like a husband and wife
Love each other
I know what I want in love
What my definition of love is
When I fall in love
I will love all the small things he does
The little things he says
The quirks and bad habits
Nervous habits
I will love how he treats other people
How he interacts
If he’s quiet or outgoing
I will love how he knows who he is
Throughout all of it
I’ll love how he holds my hand
Whenever he can
Little glances across the room
And conversations
With our eyes
I will love how he understands me
The good and bad
And how I understand him
I will love him
Because he loves me
In love I don’t want to agree on everything
That would make life boring
But I want to be able
To agree on our love for each other
And that it can get us through
When I’m in love
I know it won’t be perfect
It will be hard
But I want the chance
To love someone
With all I am
And for them
To do that in return
So when I am old enough
To really understand love
I hope I’ll remember this poem
And find someone
To love unconditionally
Perfect or not
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
This is not a pen,
it is a tool which interacts with the mind and a paper.
it flows boldly with emotional charisma.
it brings forth thunder at its strike to the sky.
its no ordinary pen,
but a magical stick which brings forth spells of paradise.
a pen has power
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
Yes she’s a dancer
but her soul is one too
she glides across the floor
that she calls her home
yet I never fully understood
how she could float in the emptiness
and still feel so full
Just by the way her body interacts
with the surrounding air
and the ground beneath it
how her limbs move together in a harmonic motion
that illuminates the explicit beauty she bestows
just as the planets dance around the beaming sun
it was poetry
It made me feel as though
deep down she believed her Creator
had designed her to be a dancer
not only for me but for the rest of the world
and that is how she found her purpose
better yet how purpose found her
She knew it and I could tell
by this half smile that stretched
across her face when she twirled
as though in that moment the world was hers
and yet she was modest enough
to never tell you that it was
simply because she knew that she was yours
the fallen Lucifer never fell as far as I have for her
She's my dancing angel.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
Numb to the outlook that left me with distraught,
visualizing the world that is depicted by onslaught,
troubled and severely caught into the dangers,
one shall be freed and evict me of my innocence,
I make confessions of pure sentiments, as rebel as stone,
I know this road right here will mislead me home,
on a power walk to prevail, I tell this folktale to you,
a constant nuisance that will never undo,
as though the world has chosen his enemy,
I must abide by the same entities,
as he, the one whom interacts beastly,
the world in which the world foresees.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
This poem is for
Every lonely guy
Who works out
Who is kind and caring
And who is ignored
By women
Who interacts
With beautiful
Married women
Who sees women
With boyfriends
And who
Does not
Have a female friend
And who dreams
Of the soft touch
And warm *******
Of a woman
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:40 PM UTC
We already are, because we consist of molecules and atoms build up in a particuler way.
Inside of the core of these atoms lies a new different world with a weird reality.
This is called quantum physics.
It is known that one quantum particle interacts instantaneously
with a different particle if it's directly affected.
Basically meaning that if you react, it directly affects the reality around you due to quantum particles directly interacting with eachother
Thus you are at two places at once.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
Staring at the blank sky
When there is no action
Abandoned by birds
And not a speck of cloud
Rare moments
When sky is lonely
Is that the time
When gates are opened
For my thoughts to enter
Beyond
No one comes between us
Only the silence
That shrouds me
Suddenly a whiff of wind
Making its presence felt
Yes, I am alive
Stirs my senses
My eyes transfixed
As my soul interacts
In an unknown language
Never before I spoke
I try to lend my ears
Mesmerized by the melody
Heart feels alive
What flown within me
Wakes me up
As I still stare at the sky
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
no matter how
or who
or whenwherewhy
things happen,
almost naturally
as if time is true
and matter interacts with said time
in such a way
that life exists
and then
it doesn't matter
because
all is
and all
is all
there can be expected
to be
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
I'm still trying to understand
how the sky emerges the signs to make meaning
how the star interacts with other stars
how the moon portrays the gestures
but I love to see the lamps in every corner of house from the window
and I think this is the language of light in the night
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 8:04 PM UTC
Culture is like a tree
It has many branches
Its shape can change but you can still tell what tree it is
Interacts with surroundings
Absorbing light, air and nutrients
Synthesising and evolving
It can spread with its seeds
It can grow majestically tall and sky is its reach
But it can’t live
without its roots that stretch deep into the soil
Supporting the tree standing proud and tall
Culture is like a tree
People are like its roots -
The most important constituent of a tree.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
The air is fair and thin yet so powerful
Not easily seen but easily felt
Makes you shiver, but scares you
Too powerful yet kisses your face
It’s unaware wether it interacts with sunshine
But always in a haste
You know when it’s with you
The goosebumps
But the feeling on your skin is electric
It hits every nerve
Might as well be in shock
It traces every curve
But the wind
it leaves as quickly as it comes
And leaves you standing with no constants
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
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I'm a closet hopeless romantic
hiding my heart away under the facade
of having a block of ice in its place;
an empath in an apath's clothing.
I can pick out the fuckboys from a mile away,
hands tied behind my back and blindfolded.
I don't want your meaningless physical touch.
Why settle for something less
when I can just do the job better myself?
What I crave is that connection.
The kind you feel upon first locking eyes,
where your soul and their soul interacts,
and something just clicks.
When two people share that soul connection,
it's not just *******
it's a whole beautiful experience.
And though it's only been a few moments
since I had something like this,
to my soul,
it feels like a millennia
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
the guy sits
by the window as a car drives by and the rain pours gently
on the street.
he says
'' I'm tired of waiting here'
and then promptly
pats his own shoulder.
the light dimly blinks , and fly buzzes in the corner;
mildew collects under the sink faucet,
then in
walks the nurse.
''I HAVE YOUR PILLS ready MR. DOVER''
''why thank you m'lady''.
mr.dover swallows the pills,
black and shiny.
''ahhhhh thank you m'lady, just what I needed''.
The nurses' face remains pulled tight and she nods and walks back out into the lobby where she then interacts with another patient
morbidly obese and frothing,
then the door closes and mr. dover is alone.
''hmmmm,, what shall I do now?''
Mr. dover looks around and notices a magazine with a CUTE girl on the front. Asian, of about 14 years old, or maybe older; they all look young.
'''AHHHH yesss.''
He then tugs on his 12 inch ***** for some time,
and itches his ***** the light flickers dimly as usual,
and truck passes by. A scream is heard in the distance, and mr.dover times his *********** accordingly;
then without warning,
the nurse reappaears.
''MR. DOVER. I HAVE SALISBURY STEAK FOR YOU? WITH GRAVY I PRESUME?''
'uhhh yes mam, yes mam'
She drops the steak directly on his crotch and pours the hot gravy on his belly where it pools into his naval.
''My god! woman! directly into my naval?!! why that hurts!!! OWWWW!!''
''I'M SORRY MR. DOVER. I APOLOGIZE! I APOLOGIZE!''
the nurse then pulls out a luger
from her back pocket and loads it with a round. Mr.dover and the nurse maintain eye-contact for about 20 seconds
, before she pulls the trigger and her brain matter is projected onto a market board behind her.
She falls to the floor and a blood pool forms and she convulses violently before all movement ceases within a manner of seconds.
mr.dover, with his gaze fixed at the body is unperturbed,
and calmly spoons a bit of salisbursy steak into his mouth.
He collects some of the gravy and mixes it with the steak and eats it some more.
After he is done, he washes his plate and pats the nurse on the shoulder.
''you had such lovely eyes,
too bad you settled for this **** But it was all you could do?''
The door opens,
and Dover steps out,
then eventually finds himself in the parking garage. He gets in his green Toyota
and drives off whilst loudly belching from the Salisbury
steak and gravy as the
rain patters on the window.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC