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Disclaimer: I, being of unsound mind and body, hereby declare in all sincerity that I own nothing and have nothing that anybody would want to sue me for. This poem is the product of mind bingeing on Coldplay and T.S. Eliot. The character, "the Scientist", comes from the song of the same title as sung by Coldplay. All rights belong to them. As for "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", it belongs to the dreary estate of T.S. Eliot.
Summary: This poem is an introspective look into the Scientist's obsession with a former lover. The formatting for the poem hinges along the lines of T.S. Eliot's piece "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." My work here brings together the melancholy of both into a singular form. The protagonist here, The Scientist, is communicating his love by way of inner dialogue and passivity, much the same as the antihero of Prufrock. Please enjoy and bear in mind, this is only what I think the "Scientist" was going through.
Finished: June 27, 2004
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Love and Science
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I walk past your apartment everyday
Stare up at the window and walk away
Ever since you've left, I stay on this orbit
I have become a satellite caught in the gravity of missing you
Even in my dreams, I find myself there
standing on the sidewalk, gazing up at the window
And when I see your shadow
I gleam as the Earth when it turns to the sun
And when the lights go out, I feel myself hurtling into nothing
heading toward a black hole where your love used to be
How can you say I don't love you
when daily I feel this?
You said that I am obsessed,
that mine was not a true life
but a half-life lived in calculations
You said that I couldn't love you
because love cannot be charted, dissected, examined, or fully determined
Love is not a science, you said,
and shut the door behind you
You misunderstand
Science and love are one
Both are unpredictable
Neither can ever be fully understood
They commingle together
Do you remember what I said of phi?
The number that speaks of beauty and divinity
and how it shaped the contours of your face?
Did you mistake this truth
for another of my mad tangents?
When I speak of it, of Science,
the passion within my heart erupts
and all of words flow hot and fiery
In truth, I felt for you likewise
For they always intertwined
My love for you and Science
You misread my symbols and charts
saw my crowded desk as proof
that of the two, you were second
that my calculations keep me warm at night
that the formulas and equations
were what made my heart sing
The song has always been you.
Now I always find myself distracted
when I plot out the constellations
or try to solve the grand puzzles
The only riddle I care for is you
And nothing I've learned can tell me how to approach you
with the fragments of my heart
How do I tell you that all of my dimensions
scream your name?
How dare I disturb your universe?
I don't know how to tell you,
Standing here beneath your window
How I wish you would look down to see me here
So I could shout "I'm sorry!
It was never the numbers and figures.
You are my first love! My only love!"
But you never look down
to see me look up at you
the way the first lovers looked at the stars
I pray that you'll take me back
to be nestled in your arms
You're right, you cannot calculate a kiss
Nor can you chart out the right words to say
So I come here everyday, only to walk away.
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AN: Dedicated to Ocianne, my friend and confidante. Send reviews, please.
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Disclaimer: I, being of unsound mind and body, hereby declare in all sincerity that I own nothing and have nothing that anybody would want to sue me for. This poem is the product of mind bingeing on Coldplay and T.S. Eliot. The character, "the Scientist", comes from the song of the same title as sung by Coldplay. All rights belong to them. As for "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", it belongs to the dreary estate of T.S. Eliot.
Summary: This poem is an introspective look into the Scientist's obsession with a former lover. The formatting for the poem hinges along the lines of T.S. Eliot's piece "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." My work here brings together the melancholy of both into a singular form. The protagonist here, The Scientist, is communicating his love by way of inner dialogue and passivity, much the same as the antihero of Prufrock. Please enjoy and bear in mind, this is only what I think the "Scientist" was going through.
Finished: June 27, 2004
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Love and Science
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I walk past your apartment everyday
Stare up at the window and walk away
Ever since you've left, I stay on this orbit
I have become a satellite caught in the gravity of missing you
Even in my dreams, I find myself there
standing on the sidewalk, gazing up at the window
And when I see your shadow
I gleam as the Earth when it turns to the sun
And when the lights go out, I feel myself hurtling into nothing
heading toward a black hole where your love used to be
How can you say I don't love you
when daily I feel this?
You said that I am obsessed,
that mine was not a true life
but a half-life lived in calculations
You said that I couldn't love you
because love cannot be charted, dissected, examined, or fully determined
Love is not a science, you said,
and shut the door behind you
You misunderstand
Science and love are one
Both are unpredictable
Neither can ever be fully understood
They commingle together
Do you remember what I said of phi?
The number that speaks of beauty and divinity
and how it shaped the contours of your face?
Did you mistake this truth
for another of my mad tangents?
When I speak of it, of Science,
the passion within my heart erupts
and all of words flow hot and fiery
In truth, I felt for you likewise
For they always intertwined
My love for you and Science
You misread my symbols and charts
saw my crowded desk as proof
that of the two, you were second
that my calculations keep me warm at night
that the formulas and equations
were what made my heart sing
The song has always been you.
Now I always find myself distracted
when I plot out the constellations
or try to solve the grand puzzles
The only riddle I care for is you
And nothing I've learned can tell me how to approach you
with the fragments of my heart
How do I tell you that all of my dimensions
scream your name?
How dare I disturb your universe?
I don't know how to tell you,
Standing here beneath your window
How I wish you would look down to see me here
So I could shout "I'm sorry!
It was never the numbers and figures.
You are my first love! My only love!"
But you never look down
to see me look up at you
the way the first lovers looked at the stars
I pray that you'll take me back
to be nestled in your arms
You're right, you cannot calculate a kiss
Nor can you chart out the right words to say
So I come here everyday, only to walk away.
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AN: Dedicated to Ocianne, my friend and confidante. Send reviews, please.
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