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Hello, my name is math

Hello, my name is math I'm invested in intuition My mind drifting towards logical solutions, Yet I'm relentlessly aware of my underlying emotions Agitated by adaptation yet aware of it as necessity I reject the unknown, fruitfully fearful Of what is soon to be discovered as inevitable inconsistencies Consistently reminding myself of purpose In numerical means Calculating the cost and gain of giving into personal impulse Therefore physiologically repulsed by my own humanity This fear is difficult to handle Dealing with contradictions Between desire and algebraic consequences All the rest becomes shad Fences guarding the sensations of senses I forbade personal indulgence years ago As pleasure is without purpose And purpose only given importance through pleasure I refuse to feel No longer fearful of what is unknown For I have synthesized the value of my rejection I refuse to feel Shunning fear itself by the desire of avoiding what is real Strictly indulging in the comfort if structure Yet even then, I am feeling Emotions override I am tired of this step by step process Of angles and recalculations Which all yield no means of success I have exhausted my abilities No longer a man avoiding mysteries I will thrive off my impulse Find value in the spontaneity of contextual issues As context was an issue never before contextualized It was overlooked Never did I consider the possibility that I was wrong Solely having existed to explain what was already here I was never forced to fear through emotion, But rather the means of analyses that have little relevance to the practical importance of what was originally analyzed I will live through desire I will relish in the lack of solidity that is practicality; That is real

Ensemble

Ensemble We, we are the ensemble Flaunting our frugal selves with an intent so structured It seems as though we lose all Individuality We promulgate ourselves in rows and columns Separated by the nonchalance of perfection perplexing our unity The caustic abyss of vocal chords harmonizing to turn Beauty into beautiful Bliss into blissful On the surface giving music to life And pleasure to the penultimate Before this gregarious enigma finds reason; Purpose We, we are the squadron A promiscuous promise of order Lascivious in its intent Finding originality in our coherence As our voices meet, acquaint, and proliferate Amongst our ambitions We, we are the ensemble

Timeless (revision)

Timeless Only through time time is conquered But what if we could make it to a time where time didnt matter Countless hours escaping Pensive elongations eloping; Simplicity due to an unconventional nothingness simply because nobody ever took the time to forget Our measurements Eternity etched into a quantifiable medium Of finger counting and vintage watches so faint they seem to emphasize your idle existence But to exist is not to be in time Neither living nor dying We dream to categorize memories by their situational connotations assigned Rather than their relevance to our biological timeline

#creative writing spilled ink poetry

The first line is stolen from T.S. Eliot's Burnt Norton Only through time time is conquered But what if we could make it to a time where time didnt matter Countless hours escaping Pensive elongations eloping; Simplicity due to an unconventional nothingness simply because nobody ever took the time to forget Our measurements

Forever Frugal

A childish imprisonment awakens my becoming Moving forward past revisionist and backwards from anxiety Where my past deflections are the only resistance Halting all progression with a tremble of lingering dissatisfaction

Not today! I will exclaim I am moving past childish ways to an experience I find foreign Experimenting with mixtures I never imagined relevant When the relevance was forever embedded in my failure to experience Resisting the intentional Protecting the never-obtained I have been punished by a fear of investment

Forever Frugal I may be, but at least I can let myself live splendidly

#poetry #forever #frugal #creative #writing

Finalized what I started earlier

Eternity

My tounge a tumbling tidal wave that would rip a ship apart if it could talk Together you walk but with the struggle of a muggle and a mudblood do you travel To an image beyond eternity Where disheveled determinants of purity and burglary Are destined past a decade of misery Suddenly under sizing imperfections Past the phase of self correction and mass assumption Moving into inferred resurrection While I’m honestly enjoying the minor minutes behind tomorrow Understanding the value of a rewound tone borrowed Yet creating a new incredibility Within this original eternity Where tickling tarantulas tip toe with emotions triple under a blanket and pillow

And her comforting habits, rooted in maternity Never once enlightened my other expectation, paternity Even if currently free I never understood the speciality of “my dad and me” Yet I’m constantly considered the man he used to be Intoxicants invading the rest While strictly motivated by success My neglect reaches a sudden regress

If my tongue were to access the amenities of speech Forced precision of a sense other than vision Would leave even you speechless upon collision For eternity this prophesy Of an undiscovered possibility Reaching new incredibility In language, the tranquil troublesome extension of you, and your territorial truth

Thoughts tumbling in and out of relevance where washed up elements ionically created remnants Of what was previously me, the man I’m supposed to be Silenced in certainty Resting, for eternity

#poetry #eternity #teenage #poet #writing #death #fathers

Your insensitivity escapes me Always threatening, occasionally guiding Pushing and pulling In directions I dream of controlling Teaching me lessons I thought I knew Yet I senselessly continue

I borrowed the first line:

My tounge a tumbling tidal wave that would rip a ship apart if it could talk Together you walk but with the struggle of a mud blood and a muggle do you travel To an image past eternity Where disheveled determinants of purity and burglary Are destined past a decade of misery Suddenly under sizing imperfections Past the phase of self correction and mass assumption Moving into inferred resurrection While I'm honestly enjoying the minor minutes behind tomorrow Understanding the value of a rewound tone borrowed Yet creating a new incredibility Within this original eternity Where tickling tarantulas tip toe with emotions triple under a blanket and pillow And her comforting habits, rooted in maternity Never once enlightened my other expectation, paternity Even if currently free I never understood the speciality of "my dad and me" Yet I'm constantly considered the man he used to be Intoxicants invading the rest While strictly motivated by success My neglect reaches a sudden regress Thoughts tumbling in and out of relevance where washed up elements ionically created remnants Of what was previously me, the man I'm supposed to be Rotting away, for eternity

Oh girl this boat is sinking There's no sea left for me And to those with endless thinking Let your melodies set you free From a not-so-perfect eternity

my message to a homophobe

its been over half a year since ive posted but ehh

My message to a homophobe:

Flaunting himself flamboyantly

he is neither a faggot nor a misfit

Dreaming to be accepted socially he hopefully

subsides from his reclusive solitary,

and although they may be involuntary,

or most likely out of sadistic animosity,

your treacherous tactics reveal an unspoken impossibility

the man in front of you is apart of the homosexual society

Without a right ear piercing

or a wardrobe consisting of tight v-necks and women befriending

you dramatize an already unrealistic generalization,

made present by homophobic America, that is,

In which you unveil your hateful abjection

resulting in an addition to the fucking unnecessary rejection

of the few brave enough to admit they're gay

You hide behind a cover of the culturally accepted

While they relish in the happiness of having ever existed

Even when snarling comments of resistance and fear

Serve as assistance to neglect and self disrespect of the personalities near

Destruction of their self esteem

Just to let you know what they mean

Expressing their inconsistencies

in ways of poetic irresistabilities

If only they could speak

Without being considered apart of a gay man's commonalities

But the fact in the matter is... I'm not gay, but you'd be a hell of a lot happier if you were

Lust

It's been forever since I've posted, but here's the latest Lust Infatuation is your drug Administered and accepted Cherished and frugally conserved Rotting away at the lust observed Bringing a question to whether or not it's deserved And your innocence is intrusive Always subtly invading my imagination Where flowers, oceans, parchment paper Become romantically enchanted by your foreign nature And they'll call it lust Maybe even love Words without meaning Or maybe they don't mean enough A fearlessness develops Surrounding your serenity Bringing identity to a foolish possibility Giving invincibility to an otherwise powerless humanity

Inevitable

This is something I wrote on the spot cuz I wasn’t in the best mood earlier.. Ehh

Inevitable

My unintentional isolation approaches Like the menace of the night Unseen, and never to be spoken of But for some reason I’m helpless Wishing for a miracle to take flight Lifting me above my own interpretation But I’m still alone Left without an escape So I’ll continue to hide My overdramatic selfishness chasing Gaining ground But I resist For I can’t be pushed around I can’t let it take me over But the menace of the night Remains undetected Making its attacks at my sanity While I forcefully fight Over thinking the philosophy of what is wrong, or right Blinded by sight I lose myself To the subconscious knight Taking me by surprise No matter the might of my fight

Changes

Life changes And the worries of your dramatic intensities seems to dwindle away You have trouble finding something of importance Because you’re just moving and moving Following a system that customizes itself to you A routine you fearfully chase Step by step Thought by thought Confused by your emptiness You’re lost Until you find a cause And your life is changed You have a meaning, a purpose A drive and motive So intensive, so powerful And you are important again The leaves on the aging oak have changed And his wisdom overpowers your spontaneous addiction To make your self useful, When the only use you can find Is how to feel sorry for yourself Because in a month or two, maybe a year What difference will you make in the world When our destiny is known, planned Sketched into the diary of an endless existence That is nature Our creation and our apocalyptic ending Proving that our only purpose or importance Was to be nonexistent Amongst the imperfections The qualities that make us human Separation from the knowledge of what is unknown Choosing when and where to alter our future Changing life at natures command And our importance seems to shine through Blinding us And we do have a purpose Loving and appreciating every moment we are here To embrace the small things As the serenity amongst an overpowering destiny So don’t fret, or worry About these problems that are so significant That you can barely stand to appreciate yourself Bask in your divine simplicity Because life will change

#poem #poetry #poet #creative #writing

L'absence de connaissance

My first attempt at a French poem… Ever

Nous nous perdons dans le pouvoir de notre histoire Entend, apprend, sait Une découverte du raison de la naïveté Laquelle nous trouvons utilisé pour mentir Quand nous avons de le seul envie d’améliorer Changer ce que nous arrete d’aimer Et retrouver ce qu’est vrai Dans le secret de notre santé Chante vos idées Les croyances qui font votre image Le premiere chose et le dernière chose Ce qui décident l’avenir Le réve ideal que nous ne puvaient jamais reçu Quand nous avons essayé d’attendre Donc nous apprendrons, et nous nous développons Pour devenir l’homme idéal À cause de notre ignorance des actions normaux Mais dans le futur.. Nous trouverons que c’était cette innocence qui a nous amélioré Ce qui se perd dans l’absence de connaissance

#french #poem #poetry #foreign #first #try #creative #writing #kids #innocence #loving #fun #attempt #thoughts

Quick write about how I can't write

I can't finish my ideas. Samples of brilliance giving birth Due to reaction from my dopamine receptors Leading me to dead ends Lost in my over scheduled days I try to manage my time And all I can do Is under-appreciate the works I find As they overlap each other In the confusion that is my mind

Reserved

Reserved.

Confirming your confinement, you shut yourself out

Waiting for a sign to signal your awakening

Patience amongst the gods,

your instincts react

leaving you more human than ever,

a consequence to your arrogance

paving the way for perfection

past the mistakes of stylistic ressurection

abundance in your scarcity

finding trap doors to your impervious illusion

adding confusion to your identity

you become trapped within yourself

your character ever-changing

your lack of wisdom, consistently controlling

so you remain... reserved

#poetry #poet #tumblr #literary #elements #writing #creative #abstract #quck #quick #write #expose #style #poem #prose

I'm loose A euphoric ameba in a figure of flesh and emotion A piece of matter adapted to a living being Beauty in our existence Yet unattractive we all see ourselves But once you surpass our insecurities What remains... More insecurities And the cycle begins

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