"isometric" poems
Through the street lights and brutalist cliffs,
blinking beams echo my breath.
Laughter still bleeds in my throat, conversations still pierce my ears, alas
A Kodak haze, a synchronized buzz
and agony is gone. For most are
nothing but pines,
A sleeping balm, a charming whiff, all the
same submissive to a whirr.
As a child, they left me in awe
Now I know they're nothing more
than a palisade for the sea. Those
that bid time in the isometric
backwoods, simply haven't the clue,
that no concrete can still her.
Oct 14, 2018
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
Life is like a weather-man's parade,
A spun-out ride of calamity,
And,
Causation,
Such details lost like blue winds,
In ever-green plateau's
Or high desert mountains,
All of the images,
My mind displays,
Are radiating,
Yet transparently,
Confining themselves,
Into whatever isometric language,
They deem fit
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
Allow me the pleasure of my demise.
Lethargic release is all that we seek.
Leaking down upon our infantile mind.
Isometric viewpoints of a hanging.
Never before, and never again, we'll
eventually fade into the dusk.
Even my stories shall soon find grave.
Death is a shadow, looming in our space.
Illogical proof that it's all for naught
Sign point towards these truths we hold.
Yet I continue to appreciate
Our innocent moments of reserved,
Unbeknownst feelings of adoration.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
feverish wholes, isometric wonders
oscillating and halving on asunder
a smillet of terror, a made-up fear
false like the pattern and words you hear
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
So I see people all over these fitness establishments
And I think to myself
Do these people know nutrition do they even lift?
Picking up all types of weights from light to heavy
Improperly heaving the weights
No contractions
Just a bunch of distractions
The personal trainers are just as worse
A bunch of meat heads juiced to the max
And giving out a bunch of broscience
Hey guess what!! It doesn't work on natural
Because it would cause muscle cannibalism
See people are far more stupid now then ever before
Do people even research before they do stuff anymore
Have we lost that much in society
Because of technology.
Soon people will be having work out robots helpi g them out without lifting a single weight
Sounds crazy to the average human
But it will become because American
Are lazy ***** so for goodness sake pick up the weight you can perform at leas ten to fifteen reps
Slow to moderate contracting the muscle isolation and isometric meaning half reps and full reps breath inhale on the positive exhale on the negative it's that simple now you have to eat like a bird literally as a natural if you want to achieve very well stagnant results peace that is all
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
We learned the other day that sometimes
when you try to push against a force
that's too strong to move, your body fights
but regardless of how hard it fights
you have a threshold that you cannot breach
and after some time it simply becomes you
pushing against this immovable force and
you realize that this stagnant entity in your life
has absolutely no intention of letting you win
this one sided battle you unknowingly enrolled in
and it strikes you one day that while the only thing left to do
would be to give up: you won't.
Not because you don't want to
but rather because you can't.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
We draw the distance between us closer even the odds are imaginary.
We intersect at such point though we are parallel.
Our lines are right, aren't they?
Time and space make it isometric, real.
Is it actually real?
Or actually a tangential feeling which is only adjacent to the vertex of love?
That I understand not.
Mind over matter I must.
Letting the ratio completely imbalance I fall to the critical values of emotion.
The slope is steeper. I fall if I don't run.
But I think I might just continue to extend the line wherever it takes me.
It might stop or infinitely endure the constraints it intersects.
Well, the plane is vast.
But oh, the world is small.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
the key to
understanding people
is realizing that
you can only
understand
a person
Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 5:53 PM UTC
Isometric exercises
Solo meditation
Breathing intoxication
Held suspended
Longing for understanding
The future yet revealed
Planetary momentum
Guiding the path
Following the trail
Through forests of evergreens
Boundaries evolving
As hope cruises on
Opening doors
Vistas from mountain tops
Reflex actions
Defining the way
6/11/19
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Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 6:24 AM UTC
Crimson births a isometric mind,
Crystal vases made of wood and pine,
Onyx stones of foulest find,
Like wallowing trees of you and I
There lies rubies of a nature so far,
There lies diamonds made of blood and coal,
The whole purpose of creativity
Is divinity in twinned
Forget I and remember He,
The Holy image of life
That was always suppose to be
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC