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No numbers pleaseThere are no numbers in my head, No formulas or equations, At night, that follow me to bedNo numbers please
I think in rhymes, and never a fraction Of math enters my mind.
I calculate with feelings
And the beauty that I find, Is measured only in pictures And the words that stay behind.
There is no need for numbers, When you wish to socialize, There is no need for logic, To explain what makes you cry.
I do not need a matrix
To tell me who to kiss, Or the use of vectors, To tell me loving you is bliss, Geometry does not explain to me The sparkle in
by ~cute-is-a-science
TonightA thousand brandished fists Fingers tight, knuckles white A beating pulse in the underworld Taking to the streets, clothed in shadow We spew our primitive cries Man has left himself tonight Beasts run this town tonightTonight
A thousand boots beating concrete A death march led by a hopeless Hope A lone figure in an army of hate Possessed by the rage of living
The fuel of a moment's nation United under a survival clause We possess the pure will to destroy Spiritual elevation through annihilation Evil falls before violent darkness overflowing
by ~cute-is-a-science
VegaVega Undying Alive by fault of blood and circuits Outside with a foot set in Fingers flying nimble across data pockets Keys barely clicking, instead they breathe Fighting with one hand what one strokes with the other In her blind love of the digital Her abstract, timeless, endless weapon of choice The ever-alternating web Suspended without of realityVega
A world all on its own.
Every 1 is one of her lifetimes, every 0 one of her deaths.
Every flash of electrical pulse her perfect enlightenment Her ecstasy before a truth encoded. So lost in her quest to find.
by ~cute-is-a-science
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i remember loving it
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and you say, sing sing to me,
sing me something i need,
sing new, sing good.
god i wish that i could
Great job
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~I live of fresh Bread, pure Water, honest Love, and good Stories.~
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