that one time, unsurpassed

at first, white
coral fountains drizzling
spring cotton, pink
candy dye
blushed
on stain
capped champagne

jackknife popped

fizzled soda
drop

the last
sweet, melty flavored
slink...

Chemistry and Timing have been enemies since before time began
Chemistry pushed us together, while Timing dragged us apart, for he had another plan.
But it was Fate that ended the war once and for all
Fate stepped in and it was the beginning of your downfall.

She stepped in among us, making her presence known,
she stood tall and proud, not a hint of pity shown.
As she sauntered towards you, a determined look in her eyes
that's when the horror struck me as I began to realize.

She wrapped her slender fingers around your wrist and began to walk away
and you walked off with her, although I begged you to stay.
You showed no sign of sorrow and you didn't look back,
and you didn't even see me fall to my knees crying, as my heart began to crack.

Yes, it was Fate that ended the war for good.
She took you away from me like you always knew she would.
I knew you and I weren't forever, but I never expected our story to end so abruptly.
I laid on the groud, helpless, and whispered your name softly.

Now I stand at your grave, and weep as my eyes fall on your name.
My heart aches and my chest is heavy from the untolerable pain.
I fall to my knees once more as the warm tears steadily fall,
Chemistry and Timing stand with me, defeated and broken.
Fate has won this war, Fate has crushed us all.

Chemistry was cheering us on,
but Timing was fighting against us.
I could always hear Chemistry yelling our names,
but Timing was making it rough.
Chemistry was on our side,
trying to help us win that war.
She fought long and hard and never gave up,
but truth was we needed Timing more.

Timing cheered when we lost,
he would not let us forget.
Chemistry held us close,
she whispered "this isn't over yet."
So now we sit and we wait,
wondering what happens next.
Because Chemistry is sitting ready,
Timing will be put to the test.

there are
three states of matter.
three
states
of Becky

solid.
i am sturdy. i am
for the rare times in my life
responsible
respectable
hard
to crack
but if you do
I am like glass
i shatter
it takes a long time
to fix myself
I crumple
I realize
though I thought I was
indestructable
one short fall
on to the
rock
bottom
and I am
everywhere
a mess
a pain
to clean up
I promise
even if you vaccuum
I will still stab you
in the sole
of your soft
foot
when you are least
expecting me

turn the heat up.
I am liquid.
emotions
freely
move about within me
they are
controlling
my decisions
controlling my life.
I am
liquid
most of the time.
you cannot
break me
for I am already broken
into
tiny
molecules
of who I am.
I float
along
in my
state of being
rising
with the temperature.
who I am
makes me angry
it bubbles up
inside of me
popping
splashing
singing
hurting those around me

dont
get close.
dont
show me your skin.
your real self.
I will burn you
when I boil
I will hurt you
stay
away
even though
I ask you
not to leave

my gasseous state
is nothing at all
numbness
i feel
less
than air.
less
than anything
that exists
at all.
I drift
through life
but I have no weight
no passion
nothing
just
a reminder of what I was
who I am
the people I've burned.

the scars i have left
hold more of
who I truly am
than the me that
is myself
in this state.

the smell
is the worst
potent
dank
lingering
long after
I have begun to form the moisture
on your upper lip

you will lick me off
swallow me
please
don't wipe me away
let me
inside of you
I won't hurt
you
anymore
I promise

By nabs

I think maybe
you're over reacting
a lil bit

Too much electron,
not enough protons
You need to stabilize

Playing overlord
is so fun when
Everyone pretend
not to see
that power
can be mercury to
someone's mind

There's no nuclear
in your veins
I assure you
I'm already a radioactive zone

no matter
how many radium
goodbye's you spew,
you can't convince me
to give you my francium

Oh, really
don't try to
blow it up
you really don't
got the talents for that

Just stop trying to be
what you're not
meant to be
Only carbons can
be diamonds

From a tiny seed,
Cultivated on the vine.
You fed hedonistic need,
Turning grapes into wine.

Sun-ripened botanicals,
Coated with white snow,
Reactive chemicals,
Delicious moscato.

Metabolic complexity,
Antioxidant neveau,
Oxygenic activity,
Bubbly pinot grigio.

Crisp and refreshing,
Cheeks become sanguine.
Acidic and effervescing,
Behold, fruit into wine

1/17/2016

There is a force occurring
underneath eyesight
when tides brush gently up the shore
underneath moonlight.

A force, intimidating;
but needed in this place.
Containing every being,
placing wrinkles on your face.

This force is only recognized
by word of gravity.
Something we cannot control,
and something we don't see.

Last night I sat and pondered,
what explains that energy.
The airborne dopamine
that we exchange--you and me.

When you're holding me so tight,
my lungs begin to tire,
but all I feel are spinning wheels;
explosions of desire.

When we're laying closer than
the world could see with open eyes,
You breathe me in, I drink you in,
your skin I idolize.

That feeling that the world could stop,
the forests--set ablaze
and I'd be wrapped in you,
sweat and yearning, in the haze.

The knowing that everything
is only temporary,
that happiness is possible,
and love: extraordinary.

I now know what to call it.
Not chemistry, not feels.
We create something beautiful,
our gravity is real.