Bipoetic3

I'm known as Bipoetic, I've been called a few other names during my 34 years living on this bitter sweet planet we call earth. **I speak my mind, my heart, my soul** Always up for deep conversation been writing poetry since the age of 14 or 15 which of course coincides with my first experience with heartbreak. Prominent themes in my writing include love, heartbreak, pain, suffering, beauty, demons, angels, fantasy, ars poetica, mental health, spirituality, addiction, control, war, peace, meditation, altered states, music, self hatred, shame, guilt, darkness, every colour in the spectrum of light, and most importantly how to recover from that deep dark hole we call rock bottom one step at a time

[bipoetic3]

Of all the the numbers in the world which is the loneliest?

Simple answer 0

But is that really true?

0?

1?

2?

3?

4?

5?

6?

7?

8?

9?

And that's the end of the line

For single digits that is

(note: the numbers above are absolute values)

Okay so let's think

0

Nothing

Zilch

Nada

The very concept of zero is lonely

It is absence

The lack of something

Empty space

But let's look at the flip side

Zero is also potential

Possibility

No limitation at all.

Moving on

1

One is single

Solitairy

But at least it's tangible

You can see 1

Thing

It's easy to focus on 1

There are so many proverbs about 1

1 life

1 love

1 light

One more fucking night

When we introduce 1

When starting with 0

Everything becomes possible

This is where binary is born

01000010 01101001 01101110 01100001 01110010 01111001 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101100 01100001 01101110 01100111 01110101 01100001 01100111 01100101 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01100011 01101111 01101101 01110000 01110101 01110100 01100101 01110010 01110011 00101110

And really it's quite useful.

Anyway I think I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

Next number.

2

A pair

Of things

Of people

Of places

Doesn't really matter

2 is apparently less lonely than 1

But why?

Now before I mentioned absolute values

Can you tell me which is worse -2 or 2?

You're wrong.

You're right.

Most likely you're sitting somewhere in between.

If you have really good balance maybe you are back at 0 again.

Get it?

Simple right?

Ok next.

3

This starts to get slightly more complex now

3 is a very interesting number

A sacred number to many

But to others it is pure evil

Now why is this?

What exactly is the holy trinity?

Why is 3 so special

Simple

3 is where you transform from linear to geometric

With 3 lines what do you have?

That's right a triagle.

Symbol of power that has been used to oppress people since the beginning of time.

But that's a longer story than I'm willing to tell here.

Sin cos tan

All that shit

I'm not very good at Math so bear with me here.

What happens when you have 3 people sitting at a table splitting a pie into 3 perfectly equal slices?

Well most likely you have 3 fat fucks eating 3rd of a pie each while while there are many others starving right in the back alley behind the god damn kitchen.

Next number

4

Square

Squared ²

Cube ³

⁴

5

Ooh Pentagon

Fucking scary right?

It's a god damn shape are you afraid of a 5 sided 2d fucking shape?

6

Hexagon

Ok stop for a second

...........................................................................

I don't know how many dots are above and I'm not going to count them dear

Cause quite frankly I don't give 2 flying fucks at a fucking rolling donut

Anyway 6 is a good number, fairly balanced

666

Number of the beast

But you don't have to worry about him,

He's a little bitch anyway.

7 septagon

September

Deseption

I know how to spell by the way

How about

. . .

Inception? Did you like that movie

........

8

Octogon

Octal

Abundance

⁸

And now for the end of the line

9

Nonogon

999,999,999

Is one shy of a billion

Is six an evil number?

Is 9 an evil number?

Are numbers evil or good at all?

Can god be defined by a number?

Simple answer is 0

Take it or leave it

But then again

What the fuck would I know

I'm no good at math anymore.

Any questions for me?

Feel free to slide in my dm's

©Bipoetic (Hardy Kemp)

[writerscreed]

Writerscreed Challenge of the Week 7/25 - 7/31

For week 240 of our Writerscreed Challenges, we have the following prompt: The loneliest number 

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[bipoetic3]

Sometimes

When you feel half dead inside

It just takes a single touch

For you to feel alive again

[teaspirationss]

I can't get any softer, if I did I would be a cloud and float away. how long will I have to feel it til I don’t have to feel it anymore? I’m trying to coexist with memories, but conversations with the moon have led the ocean astray. sometimes I get so tired of just holding on, for once I’d like to let go and know I’m not gonna fall.

To everyone who loved me when I was a burning building: thanks for seeing past the flames, and not being afraid of the smoke.

[bipoetic3]

I am the smoke and I am the flames

Although I did once fear the darkness inside

That fear has been banished

With these two scarred hands

-Bipoetic (Hardy Kemp)

[bipoetic3]

[alwaysforher1984]

[alwaysforher1984]

It will break, my sweet love it will, so when it does please be in the grey

That space between absolute bliss and unbearable ache

Be there for that is the numb that will protect the beats in the hereafter

-Heather King

[alwaysforher1984]

In the top part of you you are in the here and now

In the center you will always be in that other place that you will never be, home.

[alwaysforher1984]

My soul

My fucking soul, it doesn't need the absinthe to experience a myriad of emotions and I am sorry

I feel everything all the time

I am the unstoppable force against myself

Your soul

Your fucking soul, it yearns for the midnight whiskey just to feel the miniscule amount of love in my beating heart and God damn you, I love you all the time

~Heather King ~

[alwaysforher1984]

Vices need me, no mistaking

Craving my lips wrapped around what used to be clouds in a vast land

Vices need me and I am theirs

Wanting the elusive euphoria to be achieved with a quickness

I am the fucking vice

I am the apex predator in search of apogee

[alwaysforher1984]

Ultimately it's what you've wanted all along so let us be that

Heart wrenching, maddening love that makes your skin turn a bluish kinda beautiful

I'd fall inside of you if you asked me to, I swear I would

[czaos-deactivated20220423]

“𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.”

i. the dog shelter on the third lane from your house, where you run everytime you feel like giving up, only to be welcomed with your face lathered with sloppy tongues and wagging tails.

ii. the pages of your favourite book where death is inevitable but you’d just read it anyway.

iii. the serene corner of your classroom where fests have been planned and ideas, smiles, notes and memories have always been in an exchange process.

iv.  the room you grew up in and  the terrace where an old cot lies only for you, for evenings when nothing makes sense.

v.  that one song you heard by accident, the lyrics of which took you in its shelter, keeping you and your heart as safe as a bubble wrap keeps things which are fragile from breaking.

vi. the arms of the person you no longer have the right to call yours.

- because, home is where your heart is, right?

- [s.g.]

[instanceandthephrase-deactivate]

Come Around

Our records don’t spin Like they used to

All those years ago Now In my basement,

Beneath billiard lights Unassuming Where songs would Speak For our thoughts -

Never told But uttered through Music

When you’d come around Still Before leaving

Without letting me know There were reasons Behind every track We had played.

I’m tired of Silently waiting For moments Lost Missing friendship

Under jagged holes On this ceiling

Where bugs Now squirm Caught by webs -

Creeping slyly Amid old memories,

Painfully strewn Along carpets,

Showing stains From feelings Forgotten

Sipping colas Spilled While we laughed.

Though among such pests I remain,

Watching spiders Crawl Across speakers,

Building homes Best shared Between loners

Finding dampness Oddly preferred -

Existing once Above ground,

Soon finding gloom Almost pretty,

Never wasting light Nearly absent During daydreams Caught Below stairs.

How vinyl lasts Over decades Enduring shelves Growing dusty,

But closeness Will sadly Expire

As time Itself Always proves.

  ⁃    J. Pigno

[azukilynn]

Something really odd has happened twice now, once at work and once at home.

-

The (unexplainable) smell of strong coffee being made the way Rose used to make it.

-

Before she started chemo, Rose had been a coffee lover for as long as I'd known her. During and post chemo, she no longer craved coffee.

-

I've always been a tea person, and am not typically fond of the smell of coffee at home, but these experiences have made me realize how much I miss that very smell.

-

I must admit, these strange little episodes have had me wondering if her spirit is near at times, but they have also made me feel extremely emotional.

-

I don't think this a bad thing, really.

-

It's good to get it out.

-

I just miss my baby so much. I miss her so much, I am going to brew up a pot of coffee in her honor.

-

Azuki Lynn

[genvieve-of-the-wood]

By and By Lullabye

This is for all of your moments

when you want

to know who you are-

go ahead and cry,

sweet girl-

there’s a crack

in the ribs

to find your beating heart.

Go ahead and cry.

This is for all your doubts

and regrets rusting

your crown,

go ahead and weep,

sweet woman-

there’s a halo

around your head

to find your way again.

Go ahead and weep.

This is for all your lack,

and the luster

of dreams fading,

go ahead and sigh,

sweet lady-

there’s a breath

in your lungs

to inhale longing again.

Go ahead and sigh.

This is for all your uncertainty

about what happens

to you next,

go ahead and fly,

sweet spirit-

there’s only skin

and bone keeping

you from home.

Go ahead and fly.

@genvieve-of-the-wood July 21, 2021

[bipoetic3]

[bipoetic3]

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