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Neal Emanuelson Oct 2015
With fierce eyes turned towards the dawn
A tightly balled fist rose to the heavens
Parting smiles, carbon particles, and atoms
Collided and separated

And in the split of an atom second
The world caved into her mouth
Diffused with saliva-like opinions
And spit into the ocean fusion

A tear of wish amongst the sea foam rocks
Dashed by the sharp pangs of truth
Cutting deeper into her gaze
I fell out of expectation

Without a breath of hope under the torrent
Faltering a rescue of a retracted hand
Mirrored to the sky and sea
A lover gone to a memory

© 2015 Neal Emanuelson
arco iris Apr 2013
This is a poem about how I'm waiting
But it is not about how alternative I am or how I am writing a book in the coffee shop
I am not writing a book
I'm not writing a book about particle physics
I'm trying to figure out, instead, how love can be simultaneously the most pleasurable and painful feeling
In the entire universal lexicon of feelings
And why I work so hard to get you to say I LOVE YOU
Even though I know it's true from the way you move your face slightly to accommodate mine
And the way you hold me after we have rough *** as if to say
You are delicate and I will not break you
That's love
But I need to hear you say it
I need you to run to where I am sitting in this coffee shop listening to
Country western folk songs on college radio
And tell me
Come into my arms
I love you even when you let yourself go. Even when you dissolve into a million particles I cannot see or even comprehend
Like the Higgs Boson
Or the things they do in the LHC
And love is something, that, like those particles
I am not sure I understand
But it is something that I feel
And I feel it for you.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Had nothing far ahead
Had nothing close by
Chasing a dream, I was framing my world
Actions and thoughts were governed, perfect
To me, I was a normal
Normal was every day too

On April 1, I got accepted
Thus started magic on me
Paranormal, euphoric
Who cares, how I was to the rest?
LHC started inside my head
Releasing God particles
New words,
New feelings started to run my veins
Intoxicated
Semiconscious
Was I.

Was it a black magic?
Sure, It was something new
A fuel for active brain.
I was not poet, then it happened.
Shared frommy Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflection, 2018.
Fractal Oct 2017
We all live in the same house
So don't lag my internet connection
With all your ****** and you *******
Better stay away from the basement

That **** is mine you hear
The entire west side of the house
Smells like **** and someone
Needs to mow the ******* lawn

Its so hard trying to be a normie
Its like the kobayashi test in star trek
It was never easier to pull
The Mandela effect as nowadays

We could have the entire human history faked
And only very few people would notice
We have entered an alternate timeline
Likely due to the LHC

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