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Thomas Maltuin Jul 2015
We know that life is 4 dimensional
there are the three common dimensions
and time

what happens, however,
when life feels more like
the square root of + (-E^4)
(E = existence)
in deed

what happens when you feel
(or fail to feel as I would have it)
as if two crucial dimensions
had vanished

what happens when you take away
time and depth

(+note: in the above figure, "E" is "-"
because, two see a two dimensional image
we must often view first the "negative")

I'm breaking new ground
this unknown is being discovered
by my own hand
perhaps as i win whatever
great award of science
for my endeavors
my apathy will be mistaken
for humility

when life has become two dimensional
it's not that you don't see dangers coming
but when they approach, you simply apply
false and forced perspectives
(you have that power)
the saw tooth from the pop-up
book of reality
looks more like a triangle
drawn upon the flattened page

whats more is that it's approach
is either instantaneous or
infinitely slowed as glass
(unbeknownst to many, a time defying liquid)

once we take away time, there is neither
enough duration to think or
little enough to care

upon the removal of depth
everything becomes continuous
a paper, a plane, a plain plain of plainness

without the solitary reference point with which
to mark the other removed

and likewise, without time, depth is stretched
into insignificance

thus, i have renamed the first two dimensions
formerly known as length and width--
for without the latter--
the former are beyond death,
they are simply not living

dimension one: will
dimension two: consciousness

we might see that dimensions
three and four
also have alternate identities
but they are more obvious and
needn't any recitation
emotion and experience
take these away
and nothing has definition
none whatsoever
all points are simply confined
to their own existence

therefore

everything becomes

imaginary
if life = -E^4
and the graph of life two dimensional is
the square root of "-E^4"
then 2DL= iE^2
imaginarey existence squared
Lyndal Doherty Apr 2015
We keep using the phrase
later on in life
A vague band-aid for the now.
But how do you define it?
When does it come?
There are no numbers.
There is no time.
People don't have time to be human
because they are waiting
for a tomorrow that won't come.
All that is certain is that later is promised.
It will come.
Whether it be a day, a week, or 22 years.
Even the seconds ticking by now
is your later coming true.
You will make it to your later.
I promise.
Poem #2 in celebration of National Poetry Month.
CM Cain Feb 2015
#5
you're holding a toxic stick
between your finger tips
clicking your tongue as
your thoughts wonder
(I close my eyes and i can no longer see
if the toxic stick you hold
is a cigarette or a pen)
Something Simple Jan 2015
Precious things line leave's shadows .
Late thinking, I run my hands across my face .
Ready mother? Strong help,
She lied she's anxiety, deserves black care
Spreading out of reach.
Rest for years past belly times.
World's sun holds.
Follow the happy feelings.
Look and touch bones,
It's lonely.
There's a glowing bog
And my questions seed the mountain's fingers.
She
She opened my heart with melodies and maladies
And closed my eyes
With kisses
And whispers
That dispersed the doubt
Until the darkness came out
Then she left and my eyes opened like clouds
Squinting through the rain at the sunny day.
Sarah Sep 2014
Three hours later
you're sitting downstairs
I wasn't home
I wasn't there

Three hours later
We walk to my door
I walk inside
and stare at the floor

Three hours later
I pace back and forth
you watch and I wonder
if you care anymore

Three hours later
I turn out the light
You don't want to leave
I don't put up a fight

Three hours later
you pull me back in
I need to get up
but the light is too dim

Three hours later
I know there's no use
I don't care enough
and I have no excuse

Three hours later
Three hours without you
And yet I don't mind
but I know that you do.
aj Sep 2014
there are times when i watch you and think i'm watching a sunshower.
and i can't help but want to feel your every drizzle and ray against my skin.

do you know what it feels like
to be hot and cold?
writing whatever
Justin S Wampler Jun 2014
tell me, upon returning...

"Returning from where, I've been right here?"

...did you gasp for breath?

"I no longer fool myself into believing that breathing was ever an option,"
-thought my hand out loud
"I merely close my eyes and concede myself to the asphyxiation."

love

*"...is my darkness of eternity."
Solaces May 2014
The little white orb moved from room to room.. showing me the sadness and happines of ghost..
  But for small moments like this mean the biggest of answers..
To such questions I only asked when I was on the otherside..
I found truth where it later had to be cut out from existence that truly did not exist..
Or did it?
What I found where answers inside the fire..
Even more so when there was nothing left to burn..
I pulled branches off of dead trees and continued my midnight fire..
Just for a little longer..
The words came to me there..
The white orb is real..
It has always been there..
  In some form or the other..
And I smile because I know of the existence outside of this realm..
  I wish there is some way for me to show all of you..
But you will all see what I see soon enough..
Or later.. (SMILES)
i FOUND oUT ABOUT YOU AND ME, US AND THEM,  and where we go..

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