The Sunless World

To some world out there, PSOJ 318.5-22: you are not alone

Imagine Earth without it’s light;

That dances forever in coldest night.

Somewhere in the imagination of space,

Is this sunless world in constant flight

 

A pilgrim planet, it runs away

From moon, from stars, the light of day;

A hidden black spot amongst a pixelated sky

That trudges on, alone, in disarray.

 

If hearts so cold could call this home,

I wonder if those souls, too, would always roam;

Alone an island, no hope of sunrise

Yet this world keeps spinning like our own.

 

It’s a difficult universe for a sunless place

That answers black to every face.

But in dreams not so alien, I must confess,

This dim-lit world shall find it’s space.

Electra

A kind-of improvised fiction poem story. Figured today might be a good release date for it

This girl will hide herself like a flower shying away from the rain

She’ll laugh and play, talk in circles just to run

She’ll never love again

 

Her voice is like a symphony stuck inside her head; it barely comes out

Low, but warm and cordial—she laughs with eyes closed

And open doubt

 

Her eyes are like jade, blue-green and full of serenity she watches her world spin

The lenses distort the rainbows cast over the sea

Lets too few many in

How Passeth?

A poem about nature that sounds all ancient-y and olde

How passeth winds along the shore?

As space and life passeth over time

As ephemeral and rhythmic as clocks that chime

When will they stop keeping time evermore?

 

Welcome

Welcome to my dead former undergrad blog. Here lies a collection of old writing I’m mostly embarrassed of, but leave here for the sake of history. I’ve grown quite a ways since then, and I am no longer a Physics student–instead joining the IT field and working as an Infosec Analyst . This was my original intro:

I am a recent graduate of Physics trying to make his way in the world. Here at Post-Quantum Poetry, my goal is to create a space for my ideas and creative writing of which I hope will 1) be incredibly odd to most people, or 2) make you wonder–which to be honest, I think is the same thing. My work is in a constant state of revision and always changing; come revisit to see how they’ve changed over time. Enjoy!

(Note: some poems may not format correctly on mobile devices)