- A physics poem-

(Untitled for now)

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For the first time there's fear in me
Creeping alike the sounds of our
unheard words, screaming to the
void lured by nothingness.
There's density in his words, spoken
There's gravity in his words, unweaved
There's buoyancy in his words,
left half- bitten.

I'm watching the sky melt with cracks
How can darkness seep through them?
Each part of the sky breaks into stories
to be shared with the sun tomorrow.
I watch from here its entropy, just alike
the hope I've gotten for him.

How many poems are needed to make
my poetry cease?
There's cyanide in my throat awaiting
a gulp, so what shall I choose?
Is there a choice that could alter the
direction of the storm that's been
churning me within?

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There's water and blood
soaring up my sky in drops
and dews with a negative
velocity gradient and a
positive downfall at a pitch
greater than my paramour's
parameters for a fake love.
Resoundingly it vibrates,
his thoughts, about the mean
position of all our souvenirs.

On being insisted by the cupid
of other dimension, I fell for
the roses he grew here out of
his own flesh. They smelt like
the arrival of spring and it kissed,
along with the death of all burnt
certainties, 'cause love was ditched
by the cupid of my dimension.

There's Oodles of tales across
space- time each space walking
in suits of love, for it's a scarcer
resource. Of all the time we'd
had and all the space we'd had
love is a lost theory and hate,
sister to some died constant
lugging its generation's prestige.

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Architecture of your city ~

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I'm cursed to miss you in pieces.
in whole you'd be a sky,
in pieces, the stars -
where numbers fail.

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WHERE DOES LOVE GO ?

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