Bio.I am, on the surface, a human being.Bio. by ~DavisW
Long before this, I was dead as molecules,
Dormant for billions of years,
Brought here by the attraction of synchronicity,
And the impossibility of creation.
I have my past, present, and future on hand.
Spools of DNA tell complex stories.
The history of what makes me, me, is written here,
As is the coding for my demise.
Apprehension subverts appreciation.
This decaying body hides the beauty;
Trillions of cells together, in concerto.
Hey HamsterI miss youHey Hamster by ~DavisW
running in your wheel
at absurd hours of the night.
You tried to convince me
that it was a metaphor for the universe.
The choicest morsels of food
that you stored in that wheel,
represented planets and galaxies;
driven by the pitter-patter
of little paws.
Sometimes, even in sleep,
your feet would go through the motions.
Because the hamster that spins the universe
doesn't stop for anything.
CornerHe screamed all the fear out.Corner by ~DavisW
Inhaled to fuel the anger.
His neurons expressed their sympathy,
As the paralysis left his organs.
Muscles braced themselves
FiftyPlease understand: I do not wantFifty by *zephyrtronium
to want this (you).
I realized at poem nineteen-of-fifty:
You (college-borne) are a new you,
I (weaponized) am a new me,
and the new me still wants the new you.