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.

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.

Deathly shadows dance
As the fire's flames flicker
Darkness devours

We are all freed,  
if but only for an hour,
when we choose to read.

Were books a flower,
knowledge would be the seed.
Infinite power.

Living the teenage dream,
Although everything is not as it may seem.
I don't really want to be pedantic,
But let's make this a matter of semantics.

Come on, give this dog a bone,
Because nobody truly wants to be alone.
In the past, I always wanted to fit in,
No matter the cost, no matter the sin.

However, with this new beginning of mine,
I'm sure that I'll make it just fine.

Light
Wages an eternal fight
Against the dark.

But hark!
For light simply fights with what it lacks...
But what does that mean if most of space is black?

If light travels at the cosmic speed limit,
Then how is it possible that darkness can beat it?

So don't believe your science teacher or your pastor,
Because the lack of light can travel a little bit faster.

The forbidden fruit is the most desired;
we want what cannot be obtained.
The scarcity principle is to be admired;
The lengths we go to to have our perceived freedoms maintained.

Unfortunately for me, the opposite is also true...
Once one is "too available", said desire crumbles.
From prior experiences, this is the knowledge I drew,
until all that's left is feigned apologetic mumbles.

We often drive away those we love most,
to settle for those we see to be "good enough".
To those who always seem inferior, here is my toast:
You will eventually meet someone who can appreciate your love.

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.

We barter a handful of memories,
for a heart full of sorrow.
As we have done for centuries,
future happiness we borrow.

We measure our capacity for love,
with a defiled metre stick of self-image.
Never trading with those they see above,
because what is already broken is difficult to damage.

There is not much that can compete,
with the feeling of being desired.
Once we lose it, we feel incomplete,
like a crossword puzzle being retired.

And with that pain left behind,
we forget the world right ahead.
Up in arms against our minds,
down-and-out, we feel dead.

Here comes another I refuse to trust,
lest my heart be crumbled to dust.
Yet when I caught her eyes,
all past wounds she did cauterise.

This time I say it true:
Bartered love - I hate you.

May break my bones,
But words will never desert me.

I'm enthralled by you,
And all the things that you do.
I tell myself I don't want you back...
Withdrawal symptoms when it's you I lack.
See, you are my greatest addiction,
Unbelievable, like a work of fiction.

The serenades of morning birds
Makes me regret scathing words.
The past will always be;
The future we'll never see.
But the present has a beauty
Not marred by depressional sooty.