"proton" poems
I’ve discovered the secret to life!
But, it may not be the most likable knowledge,
And, it definitely does not fall under “small-talk-poetry,”
Yet, it is known that everything-worth-knowing was once considered hideous.
What am I?
I’m human,
like you.
Like you,
I’m human,
What are we?
We are cells,
Cells made up of molecules,
Molecules made up of atoms,
Atoms made up of protons and neutrons and electrons.
Electrons…
The lightest charged particles,
Electrons…
Who weigh 1836 times less than a proton,
Electrons
Found a way to rebel.
Electrons
Repel the nucleic core.
Electrons
Push boundaries.
Electrons
Create space.
An atom is mostly empty space.
All of me is composed of atoms,
All of you is composed of atoms,
We are mostly empty space.
We are just reflections
Of this Universe
Staring back at each other.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
Is loving someone with every fiber, molecule, atom, proton, and quark of your fragile existence,
With the prospect of still not being enough.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
I am attracted to you
Like an electron to a proton
Together we form an ionic bond
Though we are opposite charged ions
I am drawn towards you
Our love is unique as an orbital
For only two electrons can fill this space
As my love for you increases
My energy level rises
I am in this excited state
Increasing the tendency to form a chemical bond
I was an element
It took you to make me a compound substance
Falling in love with you is a chemical reaction
Which cause my love for you to grow
Ours is an exothermic love
Each for giving off love not just absorbing it
Sometimes you do something especially nice
Which speeds up the chemical process
Like a catalyst in my increasing love for you
I realise we have our inhibition periods
And sometimes I am selfish enough
To be an endothermic reaction
Only absorbing your love
The feeling I have for you is so intense
It cannot be measured in kilojoules
Often I have to make a qualitative elementary analysis
To understand and love you more
But I don't expect to know your empirical formula
You are too complex a person for that
When you are gone
I am a noble gas
An inert substance
When I am without you
The world seems still
And I am at equilibrium
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
If charged particles are not guilty of existence, why would anyone be? Man who holds book or man who holds gun, the choice is neither obvious or attenuated. Reactionary causes rash tactlessness. Still, proof must be exposed. Who will avenge a payback unpunished? How to take satisfaction in evening the score, when so many more will fall before any justice will cure the lure to revenge? It depends, on how charged particles defend, or how you decipher foe from friend. Call upon prudence, or we shall see no end. Precaution is canniness in your own circumspection. Please use forethought for neither the neutron or proton are happy with these electrons.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
Shutter bugs flashing lights....
Super moon on electro magnetic track,
Ferrari-Proton .. Porsche Neutron all
Boson-cars firing in row........
Racing on Gleam-1 , she is seating next to me
The event of Light years --> F1 on Q- Track
In a heavy-ion collisions,
the quark-gluon plasma , and
quantum chromodynamics,
the moment of big bang
A union of super naturals,
Human & Aliens flagging the planets ,
The race begun...heading towards
Planet Love ......fearless ..
Nothing can stop us.....
A Cosmic Game of Passion ........
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
There was a universe.
In this universe...was a galaxy
In this galaxy...was a planet
On this planet...was a man
In this man...was a heart
In this heart...was a cell
In this cell...was a nucleus
In this nucleus...was a proton
In this proton...was a quark
In this quark...was a gluon
In this gluon...was....
Where was I going with this?
Umm....
You're awesome.
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
Reaching Inside
to Center Mind
and further still
past Grey Matter
past axon and dendrite
through the synapse
Once more unto the breach
and further still
into cell
into nucleus
into gene
into acid amino
and further still
into particle carbon
past electron
past proton
into neutron
and further still
to Reach
The Void
and reside within
and wait, still
Being within Nothing
as the World Serpent
tail-in-mouth
consumes itself
Wait
and Hold
Still
Wait
and
Hold
Still
Now gently Returning
Up and Out
tugging softly at The Void
with wish whisper touch
softer than Light
pulling
bringing Nothing
Up and Out
into Everything
into Center Mind
Up and Out
leaving neutron
past proton and electron
leaving carbon
Up and Out
pulling No-thing
Up and Out
leaving gene, leaving nucleus, leaving cell
Up and Out
bringing The Void
Up and Out
through synapse
past dendrite and axon
through Matters Grey
Up and Out and Into
Center of Mind
the Hole in
Your Self
the Whole within
the Holy
You
Now Wait
and Hold
Still
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
You're my proton to my nucleus,
I'm your electron in your hydrogen molecule.
Orbiting around you in the hope to catch your eyes.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
Purity
it portrays
it imitates
But at the same time
it clouds its own image
"Clean" it says
"Kind" it says
"Holy" it says
Then tell me why
it attracts electrons
who all have the same sinful lust for
it?
Maybe those neutron
dead and lifeless
and Heavy
can they tell the whole story
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
for every copper piece of me,
you are gold.
for every rough stitch pulling me together,
you have been a flawless seam.
you are every proton
and every color
of a chemical reaction,
and i am just the steps in between.
you
are a catalyst,
the start of something,
a star to wish on
as it streaks across the sky.
for every dark,
you are my light.
you are the match setting
fire to my veins made of gasoline,
your body moves like
those flames, flickering,
and your coffee shop smile
keeps me warm
when the rest of my atoms
are nothing but cold.
you
are a catalyst,
and i am going to be here
for the beginning of everything.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
Amputated human beings, only
gears, nuts and bolts that make up
the machine. Oh woe, who are we
post industrialization
but the first positive proton
to survive its opposite, the first
fiery bursts of fusion
to breathe light into blackness.
The first hydrogen atom
to find its partner, the first
galaxies to swirl and dance
to gravity’s tune. We are
the Earth’s first rain, mud puddle
and microbe. The first furry mammal
and the last dinosaur.
We are the last breath of humanity,
the Sun’s last ray of visible light,
the first collision of galaxies
and the last supernova.
We are the last breath of the universe
the silent second before heat death.
We— not humanity, not Americans, or any nationality, not **** sapiens but we, the consciousness that exists to say the universe knows itself— are the widest rings in a ripple, riding waves set into motion over 13 billion years ago.
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 8:44 PM UTC
I am a drop.
No, smaller than that,
I am half a drop.
Nah, even smaller,
I am a molecule.
Not yet, zoom out a bit more.
I am an atom, right?
How ‘bout a nucleus?
Proton is a better option.
Or perhaps something,
Smaller than a proton,
Or any subatomic particle?
What’s the smallest?
Is the smallest really the smallest?
May be fifty years,
Or hundred years from now, or more
Would there be a new smallest,
I think that would be me.
The ‘me’ in front of the all pervading sky
The all pervading hostility of this universe,
Or perhaps of a multiverse.
Far would be destroyed my glory,
By even a minute of such an imagination,
My blown up ego would be blown up.
Gone is my glory,
blown up is my blown up ego,
humbled am I.
Neither a king,
Nor even a slave,
who am I?
how would I know?
when would I know?
when could I perceive,
without ‘me’ at the centre?
without ‘me’ seeing ‘me’?
perhaps never,
perhaps sometime!
Am I a ‘who’?
Or am I a ‘what’?
How does it even matter
In front of all the existence?
But
What if I am the biggest?
Bigger than the mountain
Bigger than the sun
Bigger than this galaxy
Or even the universe?
What if I am the universe or the multiverse,
and kept from knowing it?
Ah! what a mystery!
Humbled am I
In front of the great mystery
Of not ‘that’ or ‘this’
But of ‘I’.
So never ask me this;
Who are you?
For I shall go silent
and never get back to you.
Or shall I ever get back to you,
what a celebration would that be?
The greatest celebration of my life,
The greatest celebration of my being.
But
What if I don’t even exist?
Or I am just this & nothing else?
May be I am a chaos,
that seems to be ordered.
May be I am an order,
that seems to be a chaos.
May be I am both.
Or may be none.
When would I know the truth?
Or may be I know the truth,
Just pretending not to know it.
May be I am the truth,
seeking out my own self.
Or a lie,
pretending to be the truth.
May be I am all that I thought,
May be I am none.
May be all I just need,
is to take a nap,
and get back to work.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
When I see you,
my heart fly high
On gossamer wings through
a cloudless sky!
Dont ignore and escape
from my sight
Every cell of my heart
is waiting to hold you tight!
Loving me is like drinking
a cool cuppa
I'm sure, you'll be loved
back like Newtons third law!
Can an atom be neutral
without proton!??
Baby, be my proton and
let my life neutral!!
Girl, you're awesome you
got me singing those veres
Come into my galaxy
my love is like univers!!
----de3pak
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
my heart is a gasoline guzzler
running on the fumes of burned out
memories, thoughts, and breaths.
my veins play jump rope with my bursting capillaries
and beneath the seam of every heartbeat
is an arrhythmia that smiles back.
no longer is every intake an oxygen a dutiful task.
rather i, as a sovereign animal
convert the anguish into carbon dioxide
because i don't care for the proton pumps
or the electron chains. i am negatively charged
and hidden inside this bubble is a dark cycle
beseeching for the spotlight.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
Crushing the air from my lungs, exhaling in a gasp
If it's nothing more than the dance of neurotransmitters across synapses
Nerves transmitting impulses
Proton gradients forming and dissipating
Why do I feel it so vividly
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
You're my quark who stride back and forth
to expect some gains from the proton of progress
and,
neutron of ignorance.
Then when you progress towards a great deal of ignorance,
you slowly gather yourself up,
to create a minute a hadron of deep insight,
powered by a glory of gluon!
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
I can feel it.
Ticking,
Counting down the seconds,
Minutes, hours,
Days, weeks,
Years, decades
Of the minor insignificant preamble to death that is my life.
I am responsible for this bomb.
I built the entire thing myself.
I let them fool me.
I let them play with my mind,
As if it were a ball being carelessly kicked and tossed
Through a field of lies and victimization.
I am the victim of my own bomb.
The only one strapped to it.
Trying day after day to escape its fatal clutch,
Yet clinging to it with dear life.
I need the bomb.
It gives me hope.
Hope that this will all be over.
Hope that none of this really matters,
That life is nothing but a preparation for death.
I hate the bomb.
It creates fear in me.
Fear that I am but a minor proton in the body of the world.
Fear that I am the target of all of humanity’s evil.
It makes me forget why I am here,
Why I keep going on every day.
I forget about my bomb squad.
I forget about all the things diffusing my bomb.
I forget to seize the day
And decrease the weight of other people’s bombs.
Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 12:25 PM UTC
Like an electron
I spin around you
in every direction
Like a proton
you drag me towards you
in elliptical fashion
Like an electron
I can cross the world
in a blink of an eye
I'd be free like a bird
without you nearby
But lost and orbitless
Forlorn and worthless
You are the source of all I seek
My existence is limited to your proximity
I see infinity in your raging light
yet ALL you see is my negativity ...
Your love is my specific energy
Thunderstruck me
Shifted me to a higher level
Into resonance
Your hand in mine in synergy
Perfectionised me
Turning every flaw into a marvel
Into excellence
As i watch the time pass
as you slowly lose your positivity
I'll abuse myself to earn some mass
or try to reach some kind of neutrality
'cause I see divinity in your loving heart
but all you CAN see is my negativity ..
Yet I will keep rotating willingly
Until you free me from my stupidity
~Epic Monkey
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
after the cigarettes and dry wit; the gin beams
a proton of ominous raptures.
the serene hells swelter. the pelt of a gnat for winter.
and you get
no
warning. You'd
think we think we have
the Isis in the
Bast,
but she slips
the fresh net
like a ravishing
dream.
or the one
you forget.
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
read this aloud, mind the punctuation,
and, finally,
enjoy.
amethyst eyes alight with nighttime lightning, clapping lashes spark ruminations rumbling across the savannah of memory imprinting in me the afterimage of Now. Now, Now makes me hers -- though i’m more willing a captive than she imagines: imprisoned in the present, tasting the electricity resounding in this soundless cell () deafeningly solid --
she grooves before me.
slowly rolls me
me rolls slowly
molasses boiling tongues twisting towards me
ba-da doom ba-doom doom doom.
i don’t know if it’s the fireflies caught in midnight-amber jars suspended by strands of suicidal curls tumbling down the pitch of your back,
or
your touch, come tentatively, but nonetheless titillating, for it softly pleas me to get grounded, stay a while in the timbre of warm fireside conversation and cocoa,
or
your teacup of a navel compelling i to lift laughter, fish up reminiscences, and transcend time,
or
when you lean close and lick me with your eyelash, as if a butterfly’s kiss,
or
your soft voice smoothly singing songs of four-lettered blues . . .
. . . my god you’re gorgeous.
dance with me, Now for two more turns of the moon let’s defy posterity and traverse the curves of each other’s words and purge our selves of self let’s anesthetize Now, marinate in the moment, savor the silence and become sap-trapped fossils left for the future let’s live a lifetime together in two more turns of the moon, Now, so that I may memorize every quark of every electron of every neutron of every proton of every atom of every ion of every molecule of every cell of every sinew of every tissue of every ***** and every system of all your beauty, Now, you are perfect because you are am is and will never be anywhere else but here and nothing else but Now.
feel me?
feel her?
feel here?
Now.
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 12:06 PM UTC
Look to the sky,
Feel the Night's presence.
Night's embrace,
The arms of Darkness hold you.
The Night envelops you,
It is hungry,
The Night devours you.
Lost in it.
As you are consumed,
You consume.
As the night devours you,
You devour.
Consumed becomes consumer,
Devouring yourself, one with yourself.
The Night and you are one.
Standing in the Void of Space,
Alone,
But not alone.
You are Night,
You are God Herself,
Nuit, full of stars.
Complete in yourself,
Unneeding,
Eternally satisfied.
The Mirror before you,
Yourself, looking at yourself,
In the Dark Mirror,
The curve of space.
Complete and alone,
Not alone.
Other.
Self.
You step towards.
She steps towards.
Night sees Night,
Embrace,
Passion.
She is you.
You are Night.
She is Night.
One.
Love, ecstasy.
Coupling, self with self.
***
******
Power.
Consumed.
Lost.
Worlds spin away,
Creation begins.
Light out of Darkness.
Let there be light.
Shaking from passion.
Vibrations between atoms.
Night, proton.
Electron and neutron,
Twins, Divine Twins.
Big Bang, Big ******
Stars, the substance of stars.
Every man and woman is a star.
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
May 15, 2011
May 15, 2011 at 2:58 AM UTC
Gentle wind
Blowing
Ashes
Me
Dust
Carbon
Atoms
Be
Of earth
Sun
Moon
Sea
Proton
Neutron
Quark
Free
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
Frozen,
Close to absolute zero
In a state of near preservation
Do our atoms collide
Breaching the comatose exclusivity
Of each electron as it slowly orbits the nucleus.
In this way we can simplify the quantum
To a near exact state of uncertainty
Which Heisenberg predicted
Even as cold as our atoms have become
Their exact speed
Or their exact location
Continues to remain a mystery
As neither can be known plural
Only singular to the extent
That the realm of the smallest of particles
Is dependent on the temperature
Within the heart of a proton
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
We look past meaning, still blinded and dreaming of riches,
Which leads us toward track homes and condos, cruel chapels
While the hapless live in the world’s mansion: the most open convent
And what we don’t see is sometimes the crux of our content
The streets offer a morose array of the discarded
They, the wise and most wretched, who humbly suffer
Are perhaps the truest, comely Christian-hearted men and women
They bless the day as they pray to the ground
Where cracks become twisted crucifixes upon which
The most selfless are displayed for public derision.
Ironic is the formula written with precision on the tome of our existence
Iconic moments of pain bloom into the banks that loan out inspiration
Each electron is one thousand eight hundred thirty-sixth of its proton
And this proportion, though grandly and numbingly unimpressive
Is the basis upon which we live and whir and spin as matter does
Coincidence is a lie in the face of the certainties within what we cannot see
For, though one decade separated the births of Crockett and Bowie
And, though their names might conjure knives larger than pockets
And hats, stolen from conquered bandit-faced creatures’ tail ends
It was on the same 1836 day that they evolved from flesh into legend.
Joy is a strange element that seems to come and go without a plot
Yet some know how to wield their emotions with little thought
As if joy and love were as a hammer worn neatly at the belt
So, I yearn for one day to grasp a handle in a hand that has never felt
The shape of certainties, once discerned as chance and circumstance
And when the hammer falls, I hope it breaks a twisted crack into my heart
I hope to, from my reflections, thus bereft,
Find some perfection hidden deep in death
As one might decipher, through foreign language,
A light that warms within a sonnet
In a way, I think my life depends upon it.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
One of my year long sophomore subjects will be physics. At first, physics seems to be a menagerie of big, boring universal ideas and immutable laws rendered practically unimportant by their scale.
Peter, ok, let’s call him my boyfriend - just as a place-holder - is working on his “Doctorate in Applied Physics,” degree. “Will you help me with my physics homework?” I asked, hopefully.
“I’m sure we can work something out,” he assures me, wiggling his eyebrows suspiciously.
Peter got to visit the Hadron Collider, in Geneva, this summer. When I FaceTimed him he was as animated as a girl at drama camp. He was all, “proton collisions, Higgs bosons, top quarks and massive particles, bla, bla, bla..”
“That’s ok, I said, “If you’d rather not talk about it, I understand.”
Seriously though, I get it. Physics teaches critical thinking and problem solving. Fluid dynamics and pressure-volume-resistance relationships apply to the circulatory system. Pressure-volume curves can apply to lung function, heat transfer is applicable to frostbite, hypothermia and fevers - nuclear physics applies to nuclear medicine (SPECT, PET scans and radiation therapy and lasers) - yatta, yatta yatta.
But why ME, oh, lord?
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 12:41 PM UTC