I can add some cobalt,
Perhaps it will turn blue,
Sh*t, I made the beaker explode,
There's glass stuck in my shoe.

Crap, the gas is turned too high,
My project's looking grave,
I find myself wishing for death,
And to crawl into a cave.

Dissecting makes my guts squirm,
I find myself with disgust,
At the sight of the frog that I just cut open,
Its organs covered in a thin crust.

To science, I extend a hand,
Perhaps of friendship, perhaps of hate,
But god forbid if I have to *****,
And I'm two minutes late.

Cold frozen road
Poor sorry lad

Brutal roaring storm
Corpses madly bloom

Already...


The crippling cold catches up


Through minds zip chaos
It corrodes conquers nights

Too late...


The howling harvester hacks heads


All broken...

Cold worn hearts
Seek godly protection

I have a mind as light as Helium,
But that can connect to itself like Carbon.
It's radiating ideas like Thorium
But loves to be alone like Argon.
My heart tries to be as noble as Platinum,
Trying to be as important to someone as Calcium;
But ends up breaking down like Uranium
And highly reactive like Potassium.
I think I have a mind quite clean,
Not obnoxious like the gas of Chlorine.

Shooting stars **
to attract my attention
I tried to look away
&
I turned right >

Gigantic full moons "O"
to lure me
I kept turning right >>

Signs of "listen, your heart knows"
to alert me
I kept on turning right >>>

Songs of yesteryears played
to wake me up
I turned even more ...right >>>>

To find myself
back where I started
in your (arms) <<<<<

I danced with you and forgot all my regrets.
I remember when you cried for me. I remember when they made you cry, and then there was a short circuit, and the light bulb above us exploded.
Then I said, "I wonder how many light bulbs it takes to change a person," and we both laughed.
I still remember all the times you said you were ugly, and how hard I tried to make you believe otherwise.
I love you just the way you are, but you don't see you like I see you.
You shouldn't try so hard to be perfect, perfect should be trying to be you.

You never did believe me tho.
You planted seeds of love in the empty spaces of my well-worn heart,
and my heart told my head "let it grow,"
but my head told my heart "this time, no."
And in the end, we're nothing but space dust drifting across a pale blue dot, trying to find our way back to the stars.
And I saw those starry galaxies in your eyes, so what hope did I ever have?
I'm no astrologist, in fact I'm not much for academics at all,
But I would never tire of studying the chemistry of how you touched my skin
And set fire to my mind
And how
you sat down next to be and I forgot how to breathe,
In which case,
I am the most knowledgeable in my field

There's a theory in thermodynamics
For every reaction that occurs, some energy and order is lost to the universe
Heading towards complete disarray in the grand scheme of things
So naturally, right as things started to make sense,
As soon as my life clicked together in tessellated, repeating structures,
I followed the rules of my chemistry teacher and got black-out drunk
My life has become that floral shirt shirt you can't wear with anything
You thought it was pretty in the store-
They had it dressed up on a mannequin with sleek black pants
It looked edgy, and professional
But you aren't that mannequin

"I love you,"
Scrawled out as an afterthought
My handwriting increasing in size as I ran out of words for you
I have often been named a human dictionary, but I didn't want to give myself away this time
I wasn't even sure I wanted to leave a note
I taped it to the back of a painting
You'll find it eventually

The desert welcomed me with open arms, but was only a pause
Eighty years is a long time, and three days doesn't make a difference till the end
So my pocket radio cut in and out as I dipped into the grand canyon
They recommend a gallon of water per person,
But I figured a can of coke and a little soul could hold on for now

She wound up dead on a highway
"Bought a farm," said some of my favourite authors
"So it goes."


Her body's breaking down into smaller particles
Her hair is evaporating
All that's left is her ruined paint set in a plain white apartment

I don't even remember his name,
But at the time, I swore I was going to marry him
With as much conviction as someone with their finger halfway down on the trigger of a loaded gun
I have been fired at some odd angle towards bullet-proof glass
And for the first time in my entire life,
I don't know how I'm going to make it out of this

I’ve learned that
nothing
truly touches.

“Likes repel,”
explains the unbreachable
absence between electrons.

Perhaps this is why
I feel distance
in our embrace.