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ManVsYard Dec 2014
We are wig~gling the universe
one protein at a time
agitating the
fluctuations
of the eternal
cosmic slime.

Twisting and turning time.

Until we see 'The Beautiful"
the quent-essence,
we must jiggle, Aether.

Changing
dull to bright
day to night
width to height
all is light
goose bumps racing
up and down
my spine

always

make me giggle

:)
Heather Lynn Jan 2013
I sense something off.
A partical of a strand to the millionth degree.
Some sence is not making sense.
If i feel with my heart
If i see with my eyes
If i feel with my touch
If i hear with my ears
If i taste with my tounge..
Yes, let me taste with my tounge.
Let me feel the vibrations of your heartbeat so rhythmatically in tune with mine.
Let us paint this white flag red
With all our love and bloodshed.
Let me sense your sences until yours is mine and mine is yours.
Until two hearts beat as one
Until the swagger of our hips collide
Because yes, making sense is what we do best when it comes to our sences.
CJ M Dec 2015
Dust—press play

Dust
Unwanted fragments of a greater item. I am a fragment of dust to life, but not a nuisance to myself or anyone else… So why do I feel unwanted?
Play
Several explanations for a relatively short word. I could simply be joking around, but I don’t feel so comico at the moment. I could be addressing an issue through performing arts, maybe even enjoying some sort of activity like I did when I was a youthier youth.
Press
Could be the media, could be a motion done involving applying pressure to something, could be an action when applying pressure to someone.
I am a partical of dust
Forced pressure surrounding an otherwise struggles form
Addressing issues noted as things rarely cared about.
But that’s not where this poem’s name came from.
I seek acceptance like a homeless dog, but I still have some sort of vibe of emptiness.
Like Air.
Though the air isn’t empty, the air is teeming with life that we literally couldn’t care about. And so it is with me.
I am
Dust
Press
Play
I made this poem like 3 times on paper, and then they dissapeared.... sooooo I just did this in class lol bad excuse for a poem that was decided on the 24th lol
dZang Roller Apr 2016
They soaked my microbes
In the charged field
That those meat beings
Make up stories about.

When the stories agree,
They all start to perceive
The particle soup
In a similar way
And they call their
Way of perceiving
The partical bath:
Reality

It's pretty overwhelming
And it seems
Almost real

Except
They have this one
Unrealistic thing
Called time.

I go along with it all
But I'm pretty sure
I'm being farmed
Or I'm an agent of some force
That I'm designed
Not to notice
Or comprehend

I'm only allowed to
Perceive stuff
Once the farmers decide
It's useful
In the perpetuation
Of whatever
We're supposed to perceive
In this charged field
I'm led to
Believe is
Real
Ken Pepiton May 17
State:
Delighted,
does that blow your candle out?

Ready, reader of the perfect press,
as long as the culture of the internet
persists, expanding with useless data

subconscious meta data we used to
make into these tools that force define
phrazes, like we used to…

what- oh, time, we used to do with
think through, used to make sense,

common inert intelligence all readers have.

Did you read the entire cereal box, each time?

You are imaginably a perfect round vessle,
to snuggly fit where the perfect square,
set at convenient lifting level in the hull,

Allows the amphora chance, heave, **
lug the jugs, raise the anchor

set sail, be on our way, for such a long day,

the mind and Psyche are one, a we and an I

is more than one partical of mind, we use

to fit time in a klein bottle. Ai, andjaknow

it is so now that never has a prayer of ever
happening, and that never doesn't make sense.
Did you never wonder about those big pointy bottom jugs
in roman republic to tyranny movies?
WISEPENNY Jul 2020
CASUAL FOR HOSTS
LEAVING NO NAME NOTES
LO KEY WATCH FUL STAIRS

TURNED ON
WATCHING HOLLYWOOD SQUARES
FOR ASKING ONE
OR STABLE ON BOTH SIDES

IS EVERYONE HEARING THIS
I WANTED A YELLOW WATER SLIDE
ALWAYS IN THE MIDDLE

ALLOWING A SCREEN TO SMOKE THE RACK
I WAS STUCK WATCHING CHINESE MATH
PARTICAL BOARD AND FUKISHIMA
FAEK DISEASES AND ****** DHIERHIEA

IF I SPELL OR SPAKE
ITS FOR A REASON NO CORRECTIONAL MISTAKE
FACILITY TO TAPE
LIKE WALLS FOR FRESH PAINT

BUT THE COLORS DIVIDE
DIMENSIONAL CREATURES
DEVELOPMENT RATE TIDE

IN SKY OR EARTHEN GROUND
MIXING THE BUBBLES OF SURROUND SOUND
THEY DONT SHOW ME X OR O
I JUST POUR THE LINE IN THE SANDY SNOW

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