math

Poem about Matthew Benson

A white kid, that's what he is.

Plays baseball, also a math wiz.

Polytechnic University is his dream school.

Because his dad went there and he wants to be cool.

 

Hair as brown as poop.

Skin as soft as rocks.

Personality as rich as plain soup.

He also handles stocks.

 

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Love Child - A Lesson In Algebra

X is a baby,
X is a child,
X is a sinner,
X has gone wild,
X is a girl,
X is a boy,
X is a bastard,
X is a toy,
X is mischievious,
X is enlightened,
X is the way,
X can be frightened,
X is sarcastic,
X, a delight,
X is the darkness,
X is the light,
X is a woman,
X is a man,
X is resentful, forgiving,
...it can,
X is a mountain,
...a river,
...a sun,
X is the MANY,
X is the ONE,
X is insatiable,
...satisfied, complacent,
X is a variable,
...but can have no replacement,
X is intelligence,
X is deformed,
X can be funny, sad,
...forlorned,
X is quite perfect,
...but also has flaws,
X is a life,
X is a cause,
X is a tear that runs down all our cheeks,
X is resilient,
...and yet,
...x is weak,
X is my daughter,
X is my son,
X=Why?
...when the journey's begun,
X becomes kindness,
...when below is above,
...and all answers refer back to X,
X is LOVE.

Pi (freewrite)

It's been the same ever since our meeting, like pi you and I just keep on repeating these motions of madness and menace and malice, wearing down my heart yet never leaving it calloused enough to ever get over the pain and the strife of simply knowing that you will never be my wife. Too many times I've made a fool of myself with my love and my lust and meandering dreams that take me far away to a world where it seems that for just one moment we shared a single heart, that our two conjoined ventricles could never be apart, pumping with rhythm, with rhyme and with reason, our passion its only fuel. Yet every time, my mind gets the better of me, making me believe some false reality where you actually love me, where you actually could, where you actually kiss me, where you actually would. And I start to think I can make it real by telling you exactly all the love that I feel for you and your being, your soul and your smile, your strength and your kindness, your grace and your style, but no matter what I say, it just isn't enough to fill your gorgeous soul up, with love and with passion like you deserve. Something about me will always keep you away from loving me as deeply as I do you, and I've come to accept this as simply being life and love, and the distress and pain that come with loving someone with everything you can. Regardless there's nothing I can do to force us together, so instead I've set my sights on finding someone higher who fits me better than you and your amazing mind which seems to fit me so well, but in truth it doesn't at all. So fuck it, fuck that and fuck this, fuck love and fuck hatred, fuck your eyes and your lips, I can't take it anymore, I'm done, I'm through, just know that regardless of how far away I fall, theres no way I could stop loving you.

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Simple Equation

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Theme Based Poems

I have a set of standards that i follow at heart // cuz staying true to ones self is what I consider art // And if u chasing popularity then u faker then fake // I ignore da immaturities & learn from mistakes // I stay true to true friends & drop the ones that pretend // cuz if I find out that your a poser then it's over // the end // ain't gonna keep talking to a fake // & don't come back either when you realize your mistake // go to Bollywood if you want another take // I'm on my money bike tryna ride through my life // I don't need no pair of breaks // you just a gibberish clown man enough with the outtakes // & if your the type of person that shares the same mentality then applause to my positive equality // as we subtract all of does who doubted we // & let's look back at the exponents who made us be // as we climb to the top of this factor tree // knocking off every single wanna bee // man these haters stressin cause I'm tryna be greater than number one // grilling me cause they see me with a smile having fun // ha but I don't even gotta worry though // cause what's the point of stressing over decimals // I'm just trying turn this stream of money into my cash flow // & um excuse my paraphrasing but they said living plus life is a hard equation // yall must be blind i think most of yall are over gazing // cause i don't even see a problem // ha i guess I'm mathematically amazing. :)

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

The theme is math ; theres a message in this poem also

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