F**k it... I'm writing a poem

[Wunderkind]

Simple

Between the light they tell me are stars
I see the emtpy space called "dark matter"
Two-thirds of my universe is missing
I want someone held accountable

Math and physics are too far out there
For my simple country mind
Don't bother trying to explain it
You'll need tiny words and little signs

The infinite and sub-infinite of the particul.. let
Are all just to damn big
I need something I wrap my hands around
Something easy to lift

The weight of just one atom
Would break my narrow shoulders
My clumsy fingers I use to understand
Turn neutrons into boulders

Science and god and goddess and what's in between
A gasping, grasping, delusioned belief
That this is all so painfully simple
It becomes far too complex for me

If the universe is as big as you say it is
There must be more to it this
There must be numbers and equations
Scientific mumbo-jumbo, hypothesis, and theories

I can't possibly understand
The forces that make up this universe
So you must be wrong
Your math is just cursed

Complexity has become a drug
A tool of the complacent and fickle
But we buy every single damned day
Because this is all too simple
This all just too damn simple












If this made you seizure, pls comment.

[ivan]

Very, very cool.

The weight of just one atom
Would break my narrow shoulders
My clumsy fingers I use to understand
Turn neutrons into boulders

I like that part a lot, but the whole thing flows nicely from the concrete and tangible to a cosmic unraveling.

[bananaskittles]

I need a poem you guysss. Something really geeky for a friends half birthday, her name's Megan if that helps and she's 17.5. Lol. Poetry is not my area of expertise so I hope you can help me out I'll credit you. (Her 1/2 is tomorrow) If no one wants to do it its fine, just wondering if you could since this whole poetry craze has been going on. Is poetry the new thing that one must be able to do in order to become a super geek? If that is so... I have failed, Oh so hard.

[Wunderkind]

Nah, it's not a requirement.

It's an evil side effect of staring at modern art in museums for four hours straight.

EDIT: You should know that poetry is one of those things you can't do on request. Well, you can, but it will suck ass.

[bananaskittles]

Never claimed to be an expert when it comes to poetry... so no I didn't know, its okay though thanks.

[pbsaurus]

I gots nothing.

[ivan]

When your birthday is fractional,
Your age becomes rational.


That's all I can think of.

[pbsaurus]

I used to celebrate my half birthday by eating half a birthday cake.

[ivan]

Cool. I think on my half-birthday I'll drink half a bottle of gin.

[h4wt_b3t4]

It seems like every year on my half-birthday I end up taking a fucking quiz, usually on something I didn't study for because I was too busy reading books about things that actually matter, like Harry Potter, or advanced HTML and CSS.

I had a good one, but I'm a few months late. So... yeah. Not posting it.

[Novice]

Thanks for that.

[Probie]

so you raised the dead to tell us you're NOT going to post anything useful. Good call.

[xolik]

HAY GUYZ I'M JUST POSTING TO LET YOU KNOW I'M NOT GOING TO BE POSTING IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING BAI NOW

[Wunderkind]

Since some dumb shit ressed my thread I feel entitled...

Locking Doors

Black is a bold color
A stain, like a pen mark
On some stranger's shirt

You made me think
I hate to think

What if all the world was heaven?
What if this is hell?
What if life is a religion?
What if getting sick is getting well?

Red is an evil color
A dirty scene that caught your eye
Made you turn your head to watch

You made me think
Maybe I could make it

What if I had it all?
What if it wasn't that bad?
What if being happy didn't mean
Someone else has to be sad?

Gold is a beautiful color
Like a bird fluttering over the horizon threshold
She made you hold your breath as she walked by

You made me think
My existentialist point of view was awkard

What if you were wrong?
What if I don't care?
What if I could walk by them
And just not care?

Blue is an awful color
Like morning after the sunrise
I locked the door behind me when I left

You made me wonder
What would it be like without you?

What if I couldn't cope?
What if I never saw the daylight?
What if I was as evil as you said?
What if I got up and walked away?

Black is a bold color
Like a stain, an ink mark
On a stranger's shirt

You made me think
About what I did

And I wasn't sorry

[Probie]

That's really good, I like how the mood changes with gold and then changes back again.

[Wunderkind]

Thanks.

[jeee]

WK, let's do a project.

You write a sentence and I will rhyme in dutch.

After 10 sentences I wil translate the whole poem.

[Wunderkind]

She smiles at the thought.

[Probie]

this is a cool idea, I cant wait to see what happens!

[pbsaurus]

* pbsaurus pops corn

[12AX7]

Popping Baron?

[warlack568]

and he shall be the key to her heart 

post to the funny forum game

[h4wt_b3t4]

I'm really, really sorry. I was a total dumbass. If I remembered the poem, I'd post it to attempt to make up for my retard behavior. I think part of it went like this:

I want to wish you a Happy Half,
'cause you deserve a real good laugh.
Drink half of a glass of wine
(from anyone's cellar but mine)!

If I remembered the rest of it, I'd put it up. Sorry for giving a false alarm. If it helps, I feel like a total ass for doing that.

[allfactorsnerd]

very very nice

[Wunderkind]

Not A Poem: Otherwise Entitled "Without You"
For 'Angel'

A year of tyranny in a few simple words, empty, poor, lonely.
I hit bottom baby and the company down here is colorful. Looking for a way out baby and the uphill incline is grim. Looking up, holding my breath for the stagnate judge of character that is the universe, you should see this list of losers in my hand, lovely.
Let's start at the top and most utterly recent.
Success is your crosshairs, baby, my advice is don't shoot. It isn't going to be what you think it is anyway. Come down here. Start from down here, baby, from down here, I've got a banging view.
I shook you. I freaked the hell out of you. Not exactly what you paid for, was it?
You want to know where I come from. I try to piece together my history from the torn shreds of the atlas, but you won't be able to keep up.
You ain't the one, doll. Long legs are nice but they won't do shit against these bullets I'm shooting tonight. Don't back me up. If you want a real thrill, come stand in front of me tonight, doll.
Flashing red lights, you're in the wrong district girl. Get yourself up on out of here. Sweet little thing, but stupid.
You ain't the one, boy. You got brains, but you ain't got no devil in you and I can't stomach anything that sweet, not anymore. Get out of my crosshairs, cute little thing, before I order you up deepfried and yes, I would like fries with that. No salt, please.
Sent a message out to the stars by way of a lantern and Morse code. Thought of a million things to say while you're on you're way to me, lovely. No promises that you'd see it. Where the hell are you? Stop fucking around, you God damned mother fucking son of a shit faced bitch. Do you realize the number of assholes I'm sifting through on a daily basis? I'm not going to put up with this much longer. I'll find someone, someone cute, someone blonde, someone cheap, you could eat cornflakes out of his skull. It's an empty threat, but I'll still make it.
Finally settled on something.
"Ohne dich."