Physics equations
Are a jumble of
Black ink
On white boards
I am unable to pay attention
To the problems
Presented in front of me
So I turn away
Not caring about
The value of theta
I need find first
The value of
My kinetic energy
I need know first
My potential
My purpose
And my reason
What are the forces
That drive me
To wake up everyday
What makes me
Endure the pull of gravity
That drags me down
Keeps me grounded
Trapped
In a suffocating
Atmosphere
The speed of
My acceleration
Is slow
Everyone
Had already reached
Their peak
While I'm still
Resting
My initial velocity
Equal to my
Motivation
Zero
Physics equations
Make no sense to me
Like the string of thoughts
I have
In my mind
-science might be hard, but understanding me is difficult.
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The Aftertaste
ŞiirThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
