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we all vibrate.
our hearts, veins, neurons—
molecules of heat.
there are profound pulses
palpating in us— we can never
truly be still.
can anything?
One of science’s problems
is that it’s just another religion.
Enshrouded the scientific tenets in dogma;
they’ve lost their cloak of precision
From the start we’re taught to memorize
It's a dance where no one touches each other
They acknowledge that each other exists
But they disagree on the beginning
who or what created us
This dance changes depending on the subject
Thousands of years you shone
Brightest in the beast’s breast
The heart of the lion
And forming a billion years before
The ancients knew you
1 to 2 weeks, that’s how long it takes to regenerate new taste buds. To replace the taste buds that once danced with your own. That tasted the sweat on your skin and the chocolate you bought for me.
i ask the lips, why are you crying?'I lost my colour, i lost my flame, i lost my longing'.The eye says:'I lost the inward tenderness,fade the light around me'and the ear,'i don't hear harmonies
Listen,if stars are still lit it means there is someone who needs them.It means someone wants to love,Why then do we feel so much pain and heaviness of heart?are we waiting for something, regretting anything?
So.... “Just How Far Ahead, Is All of This New Tech ?”...
Because It’s Now Become Something That STUNS Like... TASER Guns... !!!
That Tech Heads Suggest Is A Way To Progress Humanity’s Ends...
I am from the cold worries of winter,
From that gnawing permanence
And the rejoice of warm spring.
I am from the two venus violets.
(Mulberry to Sunset Orange,
Men should be able to make laws about women
Women should be able to make laws about men
We should all have the same respect for each other and try to understand each other
Inspiration can come from any where you see
It doesn't have to come from family.
It can be just be where you want to be
and I want to be with the trees.
The trees itself can't inspire me.
One day,
we’ll surge past the exosphere,
flying at
two hundred ninety-nine million seven hundred ninety-two thousand four hundred fifty-
nine
I love poetry for its blank spaces,
for its constant wondering
and the shape of the words on a page.
For different reasons
than why I love math.
What is water
Is it wet
H2O what is that
A colorless and odorless substance found all over earth
humans, in fact, were not made to be "poetry"
or at least not in the way you think about it
i didn't understand the difference between a heartbeat and a sunrise until you pointed it out to me
The trees in New York are so much wavier.There are different layers of opposites.Cattails in front of my nose, that house on the hill is staring into my eyes.I’m beginning to trust my gut more lately and I’ve been lucky not to blend into a peach f
In the begining, there was an egg.
God said, “Let there be chick!”
So the egg turned into omelette.
You, my dear, are a bomb
You have reduced me to sheer atoms
With the force of your eloquent words
Stronger than any weapon that the hands of man have produced
Under this veil of anonymous curtain,
Gone rogue with my destiny to the mountains,
I cried a hopeful bunch of nuts and crowds,
My only repertoire blazed in agony,
Running green in our hands,
Dyed yellow in our eyes,
A distance of our own ancestral kin,
Half of the distance shared by our people,
I stumble home, inordinately tired --
Spent, drained, and reeling.
This weary mind flitters through topics
But has the capacity to linger on nothing.
Reluctantly, I've given up working,
GOD IS SCIENCE
A Sonnet
When God and Science both come out to play
There’s something people need to realize:
The wicked man may drive them both away,
In nineteen and sixty-two,
heads that were filled with sharp numbers, formulas,
an abundance of calculated self confidence,
i know wandering and weeping poetswith hardened eyes but gentle souls,and i know happy poets who tookthe world and gave it a heart, somebroken poets who healed up well,some who don't want me to write
"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."
-Carl Sagan
I was a strict stripling.
I stood for the stars and stripes,
Be them still or rippling.
You hurt me!
Surely you can imagine
That ghastly, glorious surprise --
Occam's razor sliced through faith's abdomen,
And ushered in its final demise.
Should I curse or thank you?
I'm an atheist,
But that doesn't make me rude.
Keep on trucking, theists,
By all means, you do you.
But I don't appreciate
Being painted as the villain.
I'm not broken nor filled with hate;
"Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.
“Science [is] a harsh mistress, and in a pecuniary point of view but poorly rewarding those who devote themselves to her service.” --Humphry Davy
You may hurt me --
I don't mind.
Torture me for an eternity,
Throughout life, there are those too important to let go.
But no matter how hard anyone holds on,
We'll all end up gone;
There's a close to every show.
You were precious in every sense of the word.
The cieling fan runs quietly,
The hound snores at the screen door.
I sit and I chat over coffee
With a guy who can be so much more.
I enjoy these afternoon conversations.
I feel ecstasy in these equations,
I'm delighted by these approximations.
How many piano tuners are there in Chicago?
Puzzling through it sets my heart aglow.
My enthusiasm is hard-won,
Says the physicist in his freewheeling calculation,
Peering through nature, he develops his approximation.
It is an art to solve problems;
Through his eyes, life is far from humdrum.
I do fear darknessI fear what it showsI fear what it does not show
I do fear darknessWhen it highlights what I amWhat I am notWhen it enlightens me:There are things I cannot do
We're connected, all of us,
From Hawking to Epicurus.
See those volumes sitting on the bookcase?
Each author offers warm intellectual embrace.
In a way, we are all one,
Dear atoms,Connection and explosion is the name of your gameIs that not the same of those you occupy?Molecule after molecule of swe
To my Mocha Frappuccino, my first love, my first heartbreak,
Can beauty ever really come out of this pain?
Can these words ensure that the suffering was not in vain?
Dear Robot Wars,
Here’s to you, Robot Wars!
Here’s to your hosts, house robots, hazards, judges, and competitors.
Here’s to your specials and your special place in my heart.
How many universes are there?
Few? Several? Many? What is the exact number?
Nobody knows, but one is the safe answer.
The cosmos is a large and mysterious place,
Filled with untold and undiscovered elements,
Right to left, left to rightwe are safe, in the dark of night.With the moon beaming on our pale skin, oh so brightdon't suck my soul out, scream with all our might.Listen to the slow vibrations, the tiny sleeping bees
Americans are the conquerors
The strongest, best best
The veritable Romans of the Modern Age.
We own the seas
The land
The stars, even
Twinkle twinkle little starYou always put me in a tranceSo beautiful and brightYou were my good ol' pastScience, knowledge, rocket scarsWhich I was never thankful forBecause now after they came
They say I’ll love you to the end of it.
Its length depends on the fun you’re having.
That it lasts forever and never quits.
Makes you feel like life is unraveling.
People spend it finding its relevance.
A tree has a many braches,
And roots that run deep,
A many leave it launches,
And water that need seep,
As well as sunlight to help it grow,
The more it grows, the more you see,
How would it feel if you put your bloodsweatandtears into advancing the world
And no one knew your name
No one knew how hard you tried
I am a scientist
I am a scientist because I can master the elements
I can boil my words to temperatures so high,
the eyes of those who read it are scalded
I can harness the oceans within me
I once had a dream...
I was with friends I've never seen before.
The Life-of-the-Party friend had a powderd rock discovered by her scientist father.
Catching my own reflection
from the waters beside the boat,
I recoil in consternation
at the expression that I tote.
I recall the dull echoes
of the things I used to do,
Science: I need this.
But I'm afraid it does not
Quite fit the boundaries
Because it is not only
One Thing.
Science is beauty
In the finite plane of a lifetime;
Catching dreams and atoms in a jar
A unique rainbow ship to learn to steer
Through tossing waves of pathways near and far
The masquerade of time my biggest fear
Located deep within an abyssI reach for my lab gogglesFor they would be the only thing I would miss
They are always on my headOr sleeping next to meRight beside my bed
Your smooth hands adorned my ivory curves as though you've never had someone to love and love you back.
You followed the trail of my veins and sent electricity through my joints.
There is one you never tell
One you never hear
But that one,
Is the one who tells you
The one who hears you
Life is full of surprises
We observe, think and question
But us human, we figured them all.
It only took 60 years till we could land on the moon after the first flight
There's a formula
for everything these days,
and I can prove more
things than I can understand,
And I can fact check
the stars, number the sand,
Inanimate objects are the strive for empty feelingIn a void of a preconditioned milieu Addiction flourishes in this Skinner Box of incentivized need wherein the commodity breeds the commoditized manA philistine in need is unlettered indeed in the
i am made of ice, my smile permafrost,
and my cold and beat-less heart makes no sound.
i am steady, and my morals never get me lost.
my eyes are open; both my feet are on the ground.
62 miles above sea level, I thought I have escaped the reality
62 miles above sea level, I am falling suddenly
I thought I have escaped your clenching grasp
My love is
a chemical,
a pulse,
and a
shock.
My heart is
just meat
beaten tender.
When I
throw up my
hands
they are only
bones in a row,
God created all life on Earth and that's the defintion of science.God is there for us and we can always count on him for reliance.When I tell you that God is a scientist, I'm not trying to deceive.
Hold me closeenough our atoms touchwhen my subatomic particlesare shakingin fear of frustrationof becoming what I am.
See,
Hydrogen atoms started at the beginning of everything,
At the base of the Big Bang,
Breaking bad habits
is difficult,
it’s irritating.
You wince every time
You bite your nails
again
Procrastinate
again
Sleep in
again
And every time
“Leash and Collar”
The wind came by and picked me up
My heart dropped down but my body flew up
I dreamt a pile of words
Then woke up and threw up
Within myself, I hold a universe.
Silent. Darkened eternity.
Stars and galaxies seem distant and far
As you naviage the empy planes
And cold and desolate
Planets that may have once held life
If I could stay up for 30 hours straight,
I'd like to float in outer space,
Around the revolving Earth below,
I'd watch the sunlight scatter into darkness,
Along the racing photon beams,
3/30/2010, age 15, school project
Fire, but a simple flame, kindles in the night.
Slowly, it consumes the trees like waves of the ocean.
It breaks the bonds that create them, that make them whole.
3/30/2010, age 15, school project
As a passion burns right through the soul,
Wood turns to embers that glow with the last,
Only to leave the broken compounds of its atoms behind.
People like to talk about how
other people are instrumental in the world.
They call their friends imporant "elements" of life,
which has always interested me.
In fact, if people are elements,
Nerd.
The word resounds around my head like a hammer on a bell.
Smartass
The word clatters like a grain of rice in a rain stick.
Geek
The word rolls off my tongue like a new morning kiss.
You can see it.
A grey mass
with the weight of
Universes.
Skyward,
we travel to lands beyond comprehension.
Skyward,
we travel back home.
Skyward,
we travel to the land
The room is too warm
My palms are sweatty
He paces, glancing at the pages.
Time is running out
I read fast but nothing sticks in my mind.
I can't remember the answeres.
He glances my way and i flinch.
I held your gaze—
Transfixed by you—
Because in your eyes I saw a sea—
And I was engulfed by your waves.
Those clear sea foam orbs,
Like the nebulae in our universe,
Under the Milky way
lies a small freshman
wondering at the wonder
expressed by her fellows.
It pleases me
to stay up an hour
explain quark-gluon plasma
rather than go down
A haiku...
Robots rule the world
Making decisions for us
Capturing our brains
No longer can we
Live freely and humanely
Prisoners on Earth
What we created
Oh, the days are getting longer it seems.
This technology is getting smarter than me!
Now the sun seems much stronger than the breeze,
This heat will bring my closed mouth to speak.
Biochemistry... it's something I can do successfully. I can't help but think of all the symmetry with all this chemistry. I have a problem that can't be fixed. My love for Biochemistry can not be untransfixed.
The sky may shine above the park below
My friends will pass and bathe in sunlight bright
But I will slave away until I know,
Which primer, enzyme, or reagent is right.
The lab is cold and sterile. I am weak:
Inspiration
What is inspiration but a fanny pack full of hammy down quotes from people no different than you or I. Or is it indifference that allows one to be different. "Haters gnna hate!"
If you point your eyes directly at a star,
expecting to see a brilliant sparkle in the black,
you will be inexorably disappointed.
Most stars are only visible
in the periphery: they are too dim,
How I would love to love a scientist
of curious mind and dazzled eyes
which seek understanding of complexities
in order to bask in their impossible beauty
for they understand the statistical significance
landing lights
stomp
ancestors awaken themselves
on my hand, belongs the nail of a great-great grandmother
on my face is an ancient beauty mark, belongs to a great-great-great grandfather
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something
-Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers"
-To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
Loneliness is like an abyss
A world filled with endless darkness
A place where light is consumed
The heart trembles because darkness laughs
It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
Believed in what is not true,
Faith is what it is,
or is it?
False is what I break,
Truth is what I make,
or do I?
Destroy what I need,
Create what I want,
or do I?
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse,
as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth.
Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
The newly forming star,
the planets, red and blue,
the black holes and white dwarfs,
Discover scientific breakthroughs.
Love is everything
in science love is reproduction
in poerty love is tragedy
in movies love is fate
in childhood love is grotesque
in war love is scarce
in time love is stronger
I want revenge; I want him dead.
That's the evil thought running in my head.
How could he kill them; I don't understand.
Wait a minute. Take it slow. Let's make a plan.
One job that
Would change my life
Would have to be something
Like a biomedical researcher.
Why a researcher?
Because, if anything,
I want to help others,
Nothing more, nothing less.
I see
A scientist
In the lab, in the field
Studying, researching, learning, understanding, exploring
From the tiniest microbes to the biggest creatures on the Earth
A scientist
A job that could change my life and the world around me
It’s what I am
Changing the world
Doing the best I can
Sometimes judged by critics
A tree hugger
A hippie
I dream of flying
not in the sky,
but in the way
that a dream
soaring far above our heads
can lift our feet
into the air.
I dream of meaning
something.
Not to myself
when i was little i was always asked what i wanted to be,
and as time went on i started to wonder what i wanted to do.
when i started in high school i took general classes
but nothing sparked my interest.
The field blossomed and grew.
As its spring began anew.
Twice it had bloomed and died,
But the third time it thrived!
No longer a minor player due to missing tools
Science is the world coming alive the moment I open my eyes to look at you and ceasing to exist the moment I close them again, falling into a f
That night I had caught your eye a few times,
but I was choking on my insecurity,
words wrapping tightly around my throat.
So instead you watched me with an intense gaze
Dazed in the classroomJust barely still awakeThe teacher droning on and onHow much of this can I take? No fun games, no interaction No matrices or chemical reactionsJust poetry by Emerson and Poe
Shit you can’t say to your teacher?
It should be titled Shit I Should Say
Math teachers working out polynomial equations and over exaggerated problems of how Bill bought twenty-three hundred apples;
Taylor
Talkative, weird, funny, cuddlier
Daughter of Jim and Tammy
Lover of Chinese, Pizza, Animals, and German Shepherds
Who feels happy around animals, and at Warped Tour
Sad at Funerals
The wind flows through the sky,
with the plants that slowly die,
as they help us and provide,
the nutrients to survive.
From the flies beneath our feet,
to the plain and sandy heat,
Time/Space the bladed shield
of my foe reality
without you
I would wonder
whether I would wither away
and not live to see another day
The first day I met you,
my love,
the leaves were starting to turn red.
You came to me from the mouth of a man
with glasses and a British accent.
You were a word.
"Chemistry."
should we love like science
with solving for X
balancing the equation
knowing the complexity of our bodies?
or rather like the arts
flowing like paint
passione dlike a pencil on paper
So, I'm perched atop my study stool,
removed from social interactions.
I've become a slave to post-secondary school.
I derive equations, not satisfactions.
I've been solving for x longer than I can recall,
God's watching me. I heard his voice for the first time, today. He took the form of this homeless man at a corner stop light in Columbia . He held a sign Said "No money, just prayer" I knew I had seen him before. He had been there before. Wear
He said that I was a science experiment
An untouched batch of curiosity and exploration
His crystallized liquid epoxy
Had forgotten in his infatuation
in his curiosity
and in his exploration
Who or What have made these creations?
Isn't the word of God final to all?
Doubt and persecution have lead to the fall of nations.
Is our mind really that small?
A scientific mind--
Compartmentalized?
A messy mind--
spilling over the margins
scrawling like worm tracks
Human Mind
Studying the smallest possible parts of
Living
Within the Analects of some genius,
Beneath elegant metaphor, critical thought,
Evidence and proofs; detect a scream
From the unconscious simpleton.
There was once a time worse than this,
The Education
I've got trouble in math,
Flinging me down the wrong flight path.
Science isn't easy,
It's equations leave me queasy.
Just give me a test,
So I can get rid of the rest.
Never Have I Ever Told My Teacher To Shut It.
It would have been nice to place them on mute.
Matter of fact, the school system could give them the boot.
Expectations
Backed up by physics
And physics supported by explanations
Worldview colored by math and science
Facts and figures that shift, are pliant
Perspective of the universe changing day by day
Let us coexist and intertwine
I want to fall into you,
I want to be you.
I am you.
I am just like you,
you are just like me.
We are not twins,
but brothers.
You are part of me
“Can you feel it?
The madness slowly going
up your spinal cord.
The black ooze mixing with your
neurons to create something new.
Something different. Something
dangerous. You can feel can’t you.
Physics is a passion only few can love
Our minds dream of the stars above
And while many peoples' thoughts are of rocks
ours are too, only much "outside the box"
If you would allow us to elaborate
I look at you and the chemistry happens.Your perfect image is flung across my retina, seductively easing its way into my optic nerves. And when it hits me I flip-flop with your picture and my brain goes mad.
If you hear the word “radium,” do you think of Marie Curie,
Of the thousands she saved by radiation therapy,
Of a woman who died for the love – in the name – of science,
From behind the gates of innovation
And deep within an inventors thoughts
Lay the eyes of eagles, sharp
Posed for rare predation
Yet, through schisms of brilliance
Why is space so darkif there are so many stars,From depths of eternal nightThirty-seven light years pastUp in the northern skyblue arms reach out from withinleaves of light extending
Staining fingertips
Pressing two lips
Sliding Pyrex sheets
Irreversable hitch
Found the niche
Molten reactions peak
Removable latex
Our endergonic product
Can't remove you.
There seems to be a call of attention to every earthquake that manifests its presence with casualties.
As for the uncountable micro-tremors, the shakings in the low and lonesome corners of the Earth, they are unheard of.
Here I lean back into the gentle arms of galaxies,
Spirals dizzying my sight,
The soft space and freedom
Caressing my skin.
Here I find my head swimming in thoughts unspoken,
Vast and dark,
The colors of the rainbow, hmmmmm!
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet;
Let’s add White and Black.
Why not even Gold and Silver?
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Why do I even try?
Try to fulfill the American Dream that is echoed in every classroom,
I do not know why.
Afterall, it is all based on luck now,
Why do I even try?
Try to fulfill the American Dream that is echoed in every classroom,
I do not know why.
Afterall, it is all based on luck now,
Thick, short & full of life
She’s mostly everywhere but sometimes invisible to the bare eyes
Free in the wind
But trapped under her skin
Light but packed with DNA
I like the intricacies of verse,
multiple syllables strewn together in a formal
translation, a bump and struggle
for quick
comprehension before the next lines are said.
I’m not interested in vague references
I failed.There's no time left for this world.
It's just me in my lab sitting on this linoleum floor.
The lab once hailed for its cure
Has now left corpses piled at my door.
Wanna hear a song, they all seem to steer wrong. So instead of sing along, going ahead to vent feel strong; with Cell signals being my impulse.
Drops of starlight swimming through the atmosphere,
the aquamarine sky swirling above.
It's time.
Silver seas calm,
No breeze through the grasses.
It's time.
i don’t know much
about science--but
you do, so when you teach me
the equations that turn the universe, how
tight lines of code compile
in twisting helices—it’s just sort of
Space can be compared to anything you might,
From a mystical journey to even a sweet delight
No one can know
Space: friend or foe
But even still we try with all our might.
The stars are specks of light,
A broken string of scattered pearls,
Dandruff, Dust on black velvet,
Rice thrown on a wedding day,
Snowflakes, White ashes on coal,
Pebbles in a riverbed,
The stars they shine, like diamonds in velvet.
So grand and so bright way up in the sky.
A breeze blew by but I barely felt it.
My mind mesmerized by those stars, but why?
Then clouds rolled in and I let out a sigh.
Suddenly, an explosion,
a burst of noise
tore the space.
Either side
of the place,
divided by spit and air, the unexplainable
and those who think themselves
worthy enough to explain.
Brilliant minds
drifting off to sea
surrounded by knowledge
which permeates the depths
what lies below
untouched by man
a virgin fountain
containing all we do not know
That is the scientist in me,
Wanting, Wishing, Hoping to be free.
Not bound by the laws,
created by men full of flaws.
I start with my question,
and record my progression.
My answer will come soon,
Organization and age make things true:
The indubitable, untouchable motto and slogan of our world’s understandably irrational population—
A population that postulates a prescription of a promise for a better future,
The test tubes bubble in the silence,
Their toxic heartbeat strong and loud.
Cabinets like sentries frame the wall,
Stiff-backed, tall and proud.
Atop these, Einstein glares down,
Shunning imitation human brains
Peering into Orion’s Belt, here I am,
little old me,
staring into the eternity of darkness.
Constellations and the unknown wait to be solved,
by the knowledge of our world and the skies above us.
His dad always told him
“You can do anything
Be anything”
And he believed him
Some days he was a
Dancer
Director
Dentist
Or even a
Dinosaur
But never was he a doctor.
