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  May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
The coefficient of my sadness
Is greater than the square root of my madness.
My thoughts are quadratic,
My actions are enigmatic;
My aim is to perplex,
Now all I have to do is solve for x.
  May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
I spent my whole life being told to simplify,
To "just get to the point".
Always asking, "How?" But never, "Why?"
Until I smoked a joint.

That's when I felt something inside of me,
Pointing out the irony.
So I gave the idea a punt,
Because that advice made me more blunt.

So sharpen your wits,
And keep them about you.
Because boxing gloves and fists
Are pretty **** blunt too.
What kind of a society are we if we constantly need things to be simplified further? Is the beauty not in the individually deciphered unique meaning?
  May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
I hope you do not judge me
When I say I measure love in frequency.

It's difficult to translate my feelings into words,
What I'm trying to say is, love really hertz.
  May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
I'm a simple electron.
And, although I have my quarks,
It's usually a persona I don,
Pretending I enjoy meaningless talks.

See, I was once in a pair,
With a fellow electron.
And, although it was difficult to bear,
The laws of physics ultimately won.

The closer we got,
The more we repelled.
When she was ionised, it hurt a lot,
She left, regardless of how much I held.

She soon paired with another,
Leaving me to start a bond.
It was my emotions I tried to smother,
Of myself, I was certainly not fond.

For a while my thoughts were scattered,
My emotions being forced up and down.
But none of that really mattered,
As I soon met another who would invert my frown.

You see, she was a blinding photon,
And when we met, she certainly did excite me...
And, just like my friend the boson,
I hope you don't take this lightly.

She perked me up a couple of energy levels,
Until she pulled me out of my shell.
Now, together, we're quantum rebels,
I'm a simple electron, and this is the story I tell.
All puns are intentional.
  May 2015 Britney
Riptide
It's astonishing how difficult I find it to transform my thoughts into ink these days
I don't know how to say it
I guess I never have

Maybe my emotions were conceived this way
To be introverts
To hide in the cave
Where it's nice and warm

I do think about you often
morning midday midnight
Almost as much is the fine grains of sea sand at the shore
Often as my heart softens

I sometimes wonder whether this tortoise computer is a blessing in disguise
Because in the interim as I wait for her while she toils to open a file
I get pirated somewhere in the horizon of your aquarium horizon eyes
Hark, for in that interim
I'm lost in your sweet alloy love
Here in your Turquoise Horizon eyes.

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