Tags: what_is_infinite

shadowmist
  • tresh

(no subject)

What is infinite?

(I'm new here, so bear with me)

Infinite is that feeling of loneliness, and disempowerment that dogs the steps of a college student. Where one face is another face, and the clothes you're wearing are the same as yesturday. Infinite is when sleep hounds you, but that paper is due, and you're so sick and tired of it you want to scream. Infinite is that moment of tension in your chest, when the pain is too much, and you just want to scream. Infinite is that silence.

Infinite is that happy laugh, that brings children to their knees in silent reverence of your voice. Infinite is that belief in a time not gone gray, not full of silent somber attitudes. Infinite is lost on those who care. Infinite is for those who are the happy laugh that is so loud, it breaks a heart with the piercing of it's echos.

Infinite is wisdom, the actions of an old soul, and a young heart. Infinite is the end of all, and the beginning of memory. Infinite is where I stand, and you meet me in the sandy dunes of lost reveries. Infinite is the spirit of the wandering religious man, dropping his pamphlets on the ground like small, roosting birds.

Infinite is loneliness. Lost. Forgotten. But infinitely existant.
balloons
  • 319

(no subject)

WHAT IS INFINITE?
(it's in those moments)</b>



It's like some artsy black and white photograph the last time he sees her. She's standing on the sidewalk, waiting, with posters, torn and tiled, on the wall behind her. They are all the same, boasting that familiar symbol; it looks like an eight on its side. He's thinkng that he should have brought a camera to capture it all: the way the sun barely illuminates her face, the way the wind kisses her hair, and the way the posters behind her mean something.

This moment is infinite. It's possibilities: it's the exchange of words and it's their first date and it's his hand in hers and her hands in his hair and his lips on her neck. Infinity. It's there, in her legs as she walks in his direction, and it's there in his eyes as he watches her move. It's in the space between them, in that infinite span of a few seconds.

Infinite --

-- until she smiles and she's prettier than she ever has in all the time he's spent watching her. She's beautiful, even as she's kissing that someone else who came to meet her, and even as she's walking away with his arm around her waist.

But the moment is gone. There are no possibilites.

He looks up again at the posters tiled on that wall, and he smiles. He's glad he didn't bring his camera. They are just a bunch of fucking advertisements, all in a row, and no one even cares to know what they're marketing. They were never anything more.

Infinite

What is infinite?

Infinite is... non-existent.

Infinite is the sand that stretches for miles
Right under your feet.
Inifnite is that feeling you get
When you stand at the edge of the ocean
And dip a toe in to test the water
Knowing that you'd never go in anyway

Infinite is embodies in summer nights
At impossible hours of the morning
Skinnydipping in the lake
That's placed on private property
Getting caught
Running and laughing with happiness
Written all over your
Flushed and handsome face

Infinite are the possiblities
That are handed to you when you stand
At the edge of the sidewalk
On the railway track
Knowing that one step further
Would take you as far way from home
As you've ever been

Infinite is an idea
That we, mortals, can live forever
Eternally at the tip of a quill
In the first syllable of an actor's monolague
In the echo of a concerto masterpeice
In the aplause for the prima ballerina

Anything can be infinite
If we can imagine it.
default smile

Lets give this a shot --

What is infinite?

What is infinite?
What is the eternal
that reaches out forever
like the night-black skies;
that spans the width and breadth
of the universe itself
and yet is smaller than a pinprick
a single grain of sand?
What is infinite?
What is the depth of emotion,
the frigid bite of hate
as cold as a distant star;
love like sunlight
honey-ambrosia
for any to sup?
What is infinite
but that which is forever
sky and stars,
ocean and the biting wind,
love and hate.

(no subject)

what is infinite?
----
hands panning through
murky shadowed water,
velvet sky, star-studded
with tiny diamond lights:

soft drip,drip of
second hands melting out the hours,
a constant pulsing tandem
rushing past in light speed years,
whirling all breath from my lungs

as i drift along a thin line
between empty promises
        (forever
                   &all-
                      ways)
&impossiblities:
               nev
                   er
              won't)

each a moment lost
in space among my fingers,
an aching ribbon-time
twisting shades of violetblue
&honey-summer poppies
bleeding smoked lavender and pink

stretching
for decades that melt
        to centuries
until time 

            stands

               {still}

while the circles of
my galaxy's rotation
become a milk-white swirl
of the song within my bones.
hugh_tree
  • dove95

What It Means to Be

What is infinite?

Infinity is . Scientists think they know what it is, thinking it's what lasts forever, but I think it's something that they created because our world is constructed and moved by time. Infinity is the time that never ends. Infinity is what it feels like waiting to see your loved ones, waiting for Friday, waiting for paycheck, waiting to breathe and relax, that endless waiting. Infinity is a brand name of a car, but why would you name a car that because we all know that cars don't last forever? Something that is beyond our comprehension, beyond our world and its limitations. Stream-of-consciousness. How can we understand infinity since it's something we can't touch, see, smell, or taste? But we can feel it. And, really, isn't a feeling just something we're thinking internally and it's without words. If we truly knew what infinity is, we'd be immortal. We'd never shut-up. Unlike the duracell battery, this entry would just keep going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and . . .

Infinity is the ellipses of life.

x-posted in dove95