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the alchemist mingles and melts and mixes
yet you don't turn to gold; i know you are
already made of [e]motionless metal, indoors-
where cosy hearth-fires used to tickle skin of inside
intestines and intestines and cellularity, lobsterlike red
as are your brain wisps still- happy pink, they call it
but fish are to be eaten only, and you carelessly dance a duet
with the white unscrupulousness, back and forth-
till your lobsters of sense shrink and shrink and shrink
at last, you are gold
yet you don't turn to gold; i know you are
already made of [e]motionless metal, indoors-
where cosy hearth-fires used to tickle skin of inside
intestines and intestines and cellularity, lobsterlike red
as are your brain wisps still- happy pink, they call it
but fish are to be eaten only, and you carelessly dance a duet
with the white unscrupulousness, back and forth-
till your lobsters of sense shrink and shrink and shrink
at last, you are gold
Literature
What dreams are made of.
Your tongue curls around a nicotine fix as my lips struggle to form the words I try to fake. I'm hesitating here, holding my sleeves tight and dancing around the um-uh-yeahs that slip. You've always seen through me in these moments, when my eyes fall to your shoulders and my voice starts to crack.
I'm great at lying to people I love, I told you once. My words are smooth like coffee, searing hot, flowing into your veins and resting in the chambers of your heart. It's an art form, I said, but like everything else, my words have become just eloquent static in the soundtrack to your life.
You're disappearing you know, turning up under old boot
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Chemical Attractions, Part I
We can learn a lot from salt.
The chlorine atom is fundamentally lacking, longing to fill that gaping hole in its valence shell, and those bright bits of energy dancing in amorphous clouds around a sodium atom are just too tempting for the poor chlorine to resist. Chlorine probably knows that it has no claim to those electrons. It might lie awake at night for days or weeks in a fit of conscience, seeking alternatives before sending out tentative feelers and inviting Sodium to join it for coffee... It's a romantic comedy in minature, and I think that we can skip over the montage of dates and dinners and late nights on the couch in front of a
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Take this life (original poem)
Never cared to question why.
Never free, born to die.
A life that rots into decay,
A boy with eyes that won't see another day.
Starved and deprived of all he loves,
He yearns to die, and so he does....
Sweet was the life she once knew.
Swept up in love, raped by one untrue.
Eyes full of sorrow, a body full of pain.
Into the night she stumbles, soaked in the rain.
Wishing for it all to end, she offers her life.
Wishing for an easy way, she is given the knife....
Know that this pain is real, yet it hides inside.
Our smiles are a facade, our only disguise.
Marked upon our bodies, wounds we hate to feel.
Etched into eternity, our s
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A tough one to decipher-
What I get from this is someone wanting us to be something were not and how, like an alchemist who never tires of trying to turn lead to gold, that someone never quit trying to get us to be something we are not; And how, unlike lead, we are malleable enough to eventually become what they want us to be.
What I get from this is someone wanting us to be something were not and how, like an alchemist who never tires of trying to turn lead to gold, that someone never quit trying to get us to be something we are not; And how, unlike lead, we are malleable enough to eventually become what they want us to be.