"unbreachable" poems
Have you ever thought deeply about Prime numbers?
We normally think of prime as something unbreachable
In base ten this is most likely true
But there are other languages that might be used to break down numbers
I'm no theorist but I have my theories
What was behind the Big Bang?
Prime
If impermeable ... then the Big Bang never happened
And any good programmer worth a lick of salt, always leaves a back door
So, I bet there are some Prime numbers out there that are permeable, otherwise ...
We wouldn't be the Children of the Big Bang
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
Her voice but a whisper as
Death clutches her tiny frame
Her eyes ***** windows unbreachable
As her sins
She takes to the grave
She tries in vain to convey her pain
As her words
Rattle rasp and hiss
Incomprehensible
Empirical
The language of the dead
For surely she knows
Her death
Given her pain
Will be a welcoming comfort
She closes her eyes in anticipation
Her breathing short and laboured
Her mind and body have betrayed her
Fragile and frail
Wrought of disease this husk of a shell
That was once so beautiful
Unrecognizable
Soiled in excreta
Silently crying as
She lay dying
Ravaged by unwanted
Memories of a time
Long Gone
Living is easy she
Mused
It is death that is hard
And with that final thought
She gasped
And she was gone
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 10:51 PM UTC
The Breach Interpretation: Is a mild chemical defect, found on the losing side of painful guilt itself.
Making (or, causing) such troubling acts of kindness, the very rhythm (full of justifiable results...), on the biggest possible gimmick...that could ever be committed.
That's just a rough outline of the very interpretation (of "The Breach") itself.
But the Breach part, is truly insignificantly broken from the deep inside out....
The Breach itself however, fully adopts the very different struggles between both "what is right", and "what is wrong" (with one's own personal image, and their own personal struggles at large).
But that doesn't mean nothing should be any different, then when it came to how right that very someone's personal image was, and how awfully wrong their own personal struggles were...when they interpreted it into millions upon millions upon millions of different fragmented individual pieces, (of their own collection). (And that's just the tip of the iceberg, when you finally console the very dynamic realization, of eventually, coming to terms with the long acts of perspectives...) That then obviously shows that those millions upon millions upon millions of different fragmented pieces (with their very own different properties and meanings), because nothing is truly conclusive in ALL these specifics areas and points (of a system that has more to offer, then any other order of things which could tilt at ANY moment...) Revealing a mere simple reaction in their form upon an even simpler side-effect.
Which tips the balance of power...and creates the most unsteady order of chaos that could become either an unstable universe (that could hypothetically become "stable", anyways).
Or just another standard, simplistic, normal sense of self full of such logical wit, (or the smallest of components of each), could then finally define both each others strengths and weaknesses.
Once this happens, everything becomes much clearer, (of course with time).
And this very interpretation of ("The Breach"), can then become fully "self-established" towards just what truthfully surrounds this very Breach itself.
Nevertheless, things now become more founded upon.
(When once it was truthfully subjected towards an unfortunate one-sided enclosure that didn't know how to officially become as one.) Because it was simply missing its other half that was an entirely unknown placement that didn't know it even existed.
The Breach Interpretation is full of all sorts of unbreachable flaws!
But for how much is truly unbreachable...fully depends on the sorts of acts you commit towards.
That's entirely why, this very interpretation is fully masked by the intentions of either others, (or your very own, intentions).
Because in the end, intentions lie their way too victory!
And that's the start (not the finish), towards an act of serious possible violence...(that truthfully defies the very expectations...), of what The Breach...truly is!
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 10:24 PM UTC
Something is out there,
Waiting in a whisper,
Dreaming within the silence,
A voice drowned,
By the dull roar of the crowd,
Listen closely,
Crying out in the void,
Quietly, but with such force,
An ocean’s tide cannot erode
Hell’s flames cannot devour,
The emptiness of space cannot stifle,
A frenzied vibration of indiscernible lines,
Drawing together,
All things separated by time & place,
Unbreachable barriers,
Crumble before the power,
Of that which now lies ahead,
The entire future in this moment,
Open the ears within and hear it,
The fury of the storm
is the splash of a single dewdrop.
All things as one.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
Imprison the blaze
for unlearning
the ghost of our light
to bow down before
an interim simulacrum
of the sham.
You said,
that the colours are so hurting;
that this soundless shapelessness
comforts you.
I cannot extricate you.
Cannot unleash
from the unbreachable
for I learned that
this stasis is your only home.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC
I’ve learned that
nothing
truly touches.
“Likes repel,”
explains the unbreachable
absence between electrons.
Perhaps this is why
I feel distance
in our embrace.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
With each step, as you near,
You may find an unbreachable outskirt.
It floats and carries on for miles upon miles.
Were a man immortal
He would find no end still.
It rises to the clouds,
It extends into the earth.
It may be found to hold a key,
One of which is not known to me.
A concealed weapon against this passive aggressive beast.
As haunting to both sides,
It ruins left and right.
Leaving mess in wake,
It will continue and savage on
Just walk away
Just leave it be,
Many have not,
And seemingly will not,
Find the door;
They won't walk through.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Hardened and honed
Right down to the bone
Unreachable
Untouchable
Refined in the fires
Of monsters' desires
Irredemable
Irretrievable
Forever being oppressed
Pressed and compressed
Inescapable
Ineluctable
Walking this world alone
Dragging a heart of stone
Unbreachable
Unbreakable
No longer afraid
A warrior was made
©Pauline Russell
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
i fell asleep amongst bottles of paint
and strokes of love
thinking of you
and the undying love that is
buried deep in my heart
and around it
an unbreachable wall stands to this day
unequivocally there
and withstanding
your heart is a poem
whose words bind with mine
your eyes are a paintbrush
that paint the skies
you've got a handle on my heart
painting on the canvas of the future
_- you were always an art form too beautiful for unworthy eyes_
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
these walls were made to be unbreachable
built on the heart that shattered countless times
no giant has ever ruptured this rubble
and no god had enough power to see inside
so when the fissures started appearing
and the stones slowly watered down
i ascend to see nothing but a weakling
with velvet words and eyes of brown
delicate and precious as the intruder may seem
his dance was probing and destructive
the words he spoke fractured the seams
and the walls could do little to disrupt him
panic kept rising as the questions insued:
was the intruder a blessing? or was he the scourge?
should the walls be torn down? or immediately renewed?
was this an act of good will? or just another purge?
from this perspective it was truly hard to say
what his intentions were and if his heart was true.
or maybe the wall had made me forget how to play?
i laughed and went down and pretended to know what to do
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
... Her eyes charted a triangle on his face. His gaze was the ship following the charts. Lost in the Bermudas? She froze her stare at his mouth. Very slowly, inexorably, and absentmindedly, he was sinking, leaning in… like falling into a maelstrom of trance. Time expanded from a puddle to an ocean. The Earth stopped turning. Her eyes were closing, a hundred times slower than the setting sun. Ever so slightly, almost undetectably, her face moved to meet him, for the smallest distance possible. Like half a step, inviting completion. He stopped right before touch… where proximity was impossibly close, blurring the line. The air between their lips felt like contact; a magnet… giving haptic feedback of tingling sensation. Her eyelids lifted again, as if pulled up by the anchors of eyelashes, tethered to his irises. She was stuck in a moment of anticipation. Her lips twitched open, holding her breath. Her eyes focused, wondering, asking thousands of questions per second… saying nothing… waiting to find out what happens after “to be continued…”. She hated cliffhangers. The cruelty of waiting for the sequel.
He interrupted that confusion; spoke in low voice:
“Stop. Imagine... there’s an invisible wall, incredibly thin, but also unbreachable. Will you be window shopping Me? This is better than the actual thing. Because all you want is right on that threshold. And you can choose. Right now. You can choose to extend that moment. Hold it for awhile. Keep it longer. Before it manifests and senses consume it. Stay with me on the other side of the window. Be the want, the desire before satisfaction dulls hunger. Be the thirst before the glass is full. Feel the water pour. Hear it spill. Anticipate the cold moisture with the edges of your tongue and the inside of your cheeks. Swallow the sip of saliva that your senses milked from your thoughts. Now… bottoms up”
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
Never thought I could
Or imagined I would,
Be so vulnerable
Or so exposed,
To one such as you
That could break me,
I was unbreachable
An island,
But no man is
Unto himself isolated,
From the wills of his heart
Or the whim of his soul,
And the mind knows
It's a trap,
It sure as hell knows
There may be no coming back,
But it follows through
It's never blind,
It just gives in
Hoping against
All it's rationale,
That it's going to be worth it
That it's going to be okay,
And I still do
Think that it'll all end
With you,
Like the shore
Ends at the ocean,
Big and blue
Safe and sure...
APAD14 - 004 © okpoet
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
How human it is
To build faith so high
To reach to the heavens
Like kites in the sky
Yet to know the beach ends
And not think yourself small
Is to architect structures
Destined to fall
Fall in the wake
Of some afterlife's tide
To drown in the pull
Of the oceans inside
Mortality's depths
Are but dark mystery
We voyage for land
But get lost out at sea
A sea of salvation's
Untouchable dunes
Unbreachable gates
To repentless typhoons
Rising levels of sin
Floods of doubt and dismay
When all we construct
Simply washes away
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Down in my sealed off heart
I build a fortress of many parts
With great gates and unbreachable walls
Tall towers and deep columned halls
Measure upon measure to ensure
My fragile heart might endure
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC