An Object in Motion (poem)

Sir Isaac Newton's first law is as follows:

an object in motion will remain in motion,

and an object at rest will remain at rest,

unless acted on by an outside force.

I'm getting back in motion again,

my momentum ruined by endless phone calls,

days ending with a craving for quiet,

no desire for a new adventure.

I wanted to fly,

but I couldn't even stand -

twenty-three and unable to walk

the path I could see before me.

I have a room of my own now,

where I can be free to run wild

through my imagination and its memories,

chasing a little flame home.

An object in motion will remain in motion

unless acted on by an outside force.

The flame of this pen will continue to burn

unless extinguished by my final breath.

-Zero

The Curse of Ambition (poem)

They talk of our potential,

of all the doors education opens,

of the greatness we can achieve,

but once the ceremony ends,

we're left grasping at the air,

trying to seize what was promised.

But potential is like the future,

immaterial yet impossible to deny,

bathed in the uncertainties of possibility,

unclear and undetermined,

the potential for a great future

accompanied by potential for misery.

Tell me where my ambition will fall,

of passionate fulfillment and joy,

or a life full of dissatisfaction.

Will I never be satisfied with my life?

Have I doomed myself

for getting lost in dreams of more?

Are there any happy endings for the ambitious,

or is it always not enough?

When the world has been conquered,

the solar system comes into sight,

then the galaxy, then the universe -

the infinite always just out of reach.

-Zero

I doubted her courage (poem)

I doubted her love for me.

I doubted her beliefs and words.

In the end,

I found a way to doubt it all.

So as we broke away,

my mind pretended it was never real,

a goodbye not bathed in heartbreak,

just the end of a fantasy.

I let myself believe that I understood

the demons and thoughts of her mind,

that they fit nicely in my theories,

that all she was lacking was courage.

I've known the ever-tightening spiral,

the crushing void our minds force us in,

but when she tried to make me understand,

I pushed that experience aside.

I could never know her courage,

or come to equal her strength

in those final days,

this I understand now.

For all the love she had,

and for all of her courage,

I had shown her uncertain chaos

and became the ever-tightening spiral.

Now I understand why it had to end,

and pray one day she forgives me

for accusing her of cowardice

when she had more courage than I ever could.

-Zero

Where do I fit? (poem)

So much time spent with myself,

yet no idea what to look for.

Old passions have gone away,

and new passions have no place.

What am I supposed to find?

Where am I supposed to fit?

Unappealed by stagnant positions,

my ambitions demand more from me,

but besides my ink and paper,

I don't know where to go.

So much time lamenting a lost love

instead of finding a place to be.

What use is potential

when there is no direction to it?

A rocket sent into the void,

doomed to never land,

only get lost in the nothingness.

But what can I do about it?

-Zero