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Many labor over little things Keeping close to cardboard-hands They love these hands They love the tangible Obsess in the real And refuse to feel Far beyond what is here
What goes up must come down. It's the law of gravity. You throw a ball up into the air and what does it do?
What a frightful time to be alive An axiomatic concept has finally become a reality Driving the caravan to Galveston on i-45 Me mum rings me and I make a face grotesquely
I see light, a structure of cards and the rolling dice The face of the dice is only exposed once the structure falls and by luminous observation I see the face and count
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.
Physics, physics, physics you torture me You are all I ever see When my head hits my pillow designed for sleep. However, when I'm your class my mouth never makes a peep I never learn much about you,
I traded in my Nike’s for the open mics Those early Saturday morning 6 o'clocks for them 7s ate my priorities I had to trade them in for
I. a point becomes a line becomes solid space begets epochs in time and more space folding in in upon itself a mention of a manifold dimensions II. physics is the world
Do me like my name is music Treat me like I am your music or muses to poetry yet to be created Though physically isolated and mentally shaken Still tethered and anchored Patiently awaiting the weight lift
If god is real, then why not the Zeus? From retarded apes, we have diverged. From near extinction, we have profused. Our mental growth has been induced; Yet irrational thought has come merged.
According to physics, the force tension in the noose around my neck is equal to the force of gravity, 556 newtons, pulling down
My romance is of sun and sea and all the sky between, The points of aether moving back time twice forgot reseen.
When I was in physics class I learned that an object with any amount of mass can store up any amount of potential energy based simply on its height and the force of gravity.
Oh Gravity,Oh Gravity,All the things you do for me.You're the force thats holds me down,And makes sure that I never leave the ground!But when I fall,not what I need,
When I picture you, I don't visualize your body, Because there are over a billion People on this planet, and there Are an infinite amount of chromosome Combinations that were used to make out
Space is indeed a beautiful placeFilled with solitary, yet its charmingAll alone, there are countless objects;Beyond them lie even more countless objectsApart from that, there are huge colours in space
we fall in love in those in-between moments, like when the sun is buried right at the brink of that fine line and if you want to know the truth,the boy i sit next to in physics drew the horizon.
Why is Physics So Boring?
Men kneel to kings, And kings kneel to gods. And though no monarchy holds my allegiance, And no deity my faith,
Hours, minutes, seconds of my time. Tic; Mathmatics
Hello, Dr. King, have you heard the news? Children are being stereotyped because they aren’t as intelligent as child prodigies at age 3. What can we do to fix this?
They do not see what I feel inside But they see the smile that I can not hide Day after day I please their needs But I am never questioned about what I need What did I do
I have to admit That sometimes I’m "not all there" I’m a great actor Playing the part And choosing what to share I wake up and decide what character to present
My mind is no clockwork. It has no mechanistic rules of a clock, has no one destination, or a repetitive circle of lines on the edge of Time. My mind is constrained by the jail of clocks and schedules:
Have you ever wondered why over 60 freaking percent of each of your classes fails every test? You are forcing your students to go on an enormous, disastrous quest!
The chance that a black hole will materialize on earth is so infintesimally small as to be considered 'practically' impossible But still the quantum physics suggesting the possibility
I never understood, why physics needed to be known by everyone. Why it mattered, its significance, its purpose.
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,
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
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
For many decades we had searched.On the edge of our seats we perched,To hear what had been researched.Hearing the news, we all lurched.
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