Geometric Poems - Poems about Geometric

Unending lines, vast voids, shapes meddle with my mind and ghost an odd geometry, the same that sometimes twitch when a sudden waking decapitates a dream. Time dilates or shrinks to a tiny dot pulling all into its orbit then ruptures into a rainbow, each strand of color winding tighter and tighter around my head. It's the sense of not being able to fit...

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Geometric, as my pencil aligns shapes answered with dots; We seem comfortable with a blackout; I will rewrite this dead language; Caught up in the tracing, but you gloss over the colors; Logic has no role in pandemonium; Don’t let me be misunderstood; Foolish jester I am the punchline; I live in the sketch, my story began with a...

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Math speaks through us within us of cognitive landscapes imagined still and/or moving. Primal metrics are rational and symmetrical, good as true as straightforward, complex creation story problems unfolding with precise answers, right as at least not not ecologically wrong, ecopolitically suboptimal perhaps, yet at least not full-blown subclimate of depressive pathology, no irrational remainders of wasted paper and trees and days and decades remaining. Tidy, if...

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stuck on the inside of a box this world is circular And we're all square Perpendicular are the lives that lie parallel to the intersect three dimesional personalities around the way If your reach a stop Green light the go This poem doesn't make sense So I'll stop now or...gooooo......slowwwww...

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Time slowly goes bye. Tick, Tick. All these words scraping my mind raw. Tick, Tick. This torture is stealing my will to live. Tick, Tick. I really want this geometry class to end....

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