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ryn Dec 2014
It was those blue eyes, sparkling with words
I dreamt about reading but believed it impossible
Too beautiful to be seen with nuclear nerds
In my breakable beaker, you'd never be soluble.

A mismatched juxtaposition, atom for atom.
Even if I permutate, molecule by molecule.
We could never have struck stable equilibrium,
I could never escape the premise of ridicule.

Spent too much time postulating the unknown
Spent far too long balancing tricky equations
Head dug too deep to realise a factor that had grown
An external variable that had encroached with similar intentions.


My hand slipped from the scale when your finger touched my own
I forgot the words "controlled reaction", momentarily
Seeing goosebumps on your skin, and other bumps now shown
I gently pushed your wayward hair behind your ear, daringly

A moment frozen in the range of sub-zeroes
Dare I forgo the mandatory steps and arrive at a conclusion?
If I do I'd garner the title, "the nerdiest of all heroes!"
My "spidey-sense" failed me this time, and awarded me with a "fist-meet-face" reaction!

Happened in a blur, nanoseconds that sang in mock.
What was it that left me in a twirl?
Propped myself up to see the wrath of a crimson-faced ****.
All fists, no brains who yelled, "Hands off my girl!"


All this hilarious yet passionately painful hullabaloo
Let me drop the beaker of sodium in the zinc basin
Forgetting not to get it wet, the moment, clearly now unglued
When suddenly, "BOOM" it sounded like a pending cremation

Jocks, and nerds, and screaming cheerleaders
Hit the ground like a lunchtime scene from downtown Baghdad
And Blondie whispers in my ear, like a gypsy mind reader
"Maybe we should cool it, for I am in love with another lad"

Her words hit home and burned like The Lindenburg on fire
Amidst the fracas, cracked voice stammered to mask my bruised latent ego
"Nothing improper... Just an attempt to save your locks from the Bunsen burner
Science is my only love, just so you know"

Thanked God for my eyes and the need for correction lenses
Those thick convexes made it easy to not reveal
Steadied my frames and packed in hasty pretences
Accusing eyes followed as I exited the room with tears concealed...


Pieter Meyer
**ryn
You may have read this before as it is a repost of my collaboration with the witty and incredible Pieter Meyer. He seemed to have gone missing, along with the poem. So here it is... Hope you enjoy it
kaylene- mary Dec 2014
I am an experiment
A mere testament of beauty
A simple little lab rat
Your safety at the expense of my pain
Just for your self-esteem gain
You have taken my freedom
And I have been beaten
But nothing can compare to the burning of my skin
And my torment within
I've been shredded of self-worth
Shredded of fur
All for our beloved Monsieur
I've been ravished in chemicals
Suffered through medicals
And it’s all been for you
Painted in methylene blue
So by now I surely hope that you like what you see
Even after all they've done to me
I hope my pain and suffering will suffice
And even after all this sacrifice
I hope you feel beautiful
While I feel pharmaceutical
axr Nov 2014
tick-tock
they must not sleep
tick-tock
now they talk about their broken dreams
tick-tock
now one of them screams
tick-tock
they are turning violent!
tick-tock
can they not survive the gas stimulant?
tick-tock
his vocal cords are torn!
tick-tock
God forbid,  if one of them becomes his clone!
tick-tock
The others don't react
tick-tock
They know they are getting monitored,  they don't wanna go back
tick-tock
We don't want to be freed, they said
tick-tock
On their own skins they fed
tick-tock
they killed soldiers six
tick-tock
the doctors do not have a fix
tick-tock
All 5 of them seemed pleasured by the pain
tick-tock
For this mystery,  who was to be blamed?
tick-tock
few of them died on the operation table
tick-tock*
they were all our monsters
covered by the illusion
inspired by a creepypasta i read today,  its called Russian Sleep Experiment
I am too terrified to post the link to that D:
Also, leave your comments below as this is my first horror piece, ever.
M Eastman Nov 2014
Ruined rare earth
elementary discovery channel
gates open door
way through the
keyhole black soul
molecular mole dug
tunnels to ultraviolet
magnetic pole dancing
free in chaos
sea scrape knee
begging plead don't
go to the
deep snow man
shaking hands with
devil bands in
foreign land fall
down stairways to
heaven sent letter
male to female
ratio, weights and
measures too desperate
to imagine dragon
fire my desire
we can get
higher value from
our lives so cheapened
and flayed never
get saved by
an apathetic jesus
sign of our
time flies buzzing
alarm blinking a
red warning doom
song of my
people magazine scene
Is dead and
buried beneath the
bed room walls
to keep out
invading barbarian hordes
dressed in business
suit yourself with
your three wishes
and no there's
no bottom to
this rabbit foot
if you're lucky
enough but I
didn't choose to
exist weave this
fist pink mist
signaling the end
of all good
things
pookie Sep 2014
Open my eyes,
Let me see the truth,
Open my heart,
And let me love again,

Hold onto me,
Drag me from my nightmare,
And into a Day Dream,

Open My Eyes and let me see the truth.
an experiment, id love for some to grab me and put me into there day dream, what are your day dreams open my eyes.
Anna Vigue Oct 2013
Are humans inherently evil?
Does it go right to the core?
Do we always need to prove ourselves?
Do we need to settle the score?
I watched a documentary
With people doing experiments
On other people just like them
Callous with their detriments
The lower class
The prisoners
The foreigners
By practitioners
And now we have this information
Torture, surgery, chemical weaponry
Some classified, some out to view
Is it their duty of citizenry
To share that information with me?
To tell me how and when and why
To share results of tests gone by?
Do I even want to know?
Do not let them die in vain
Maybe I should share the pain
(maybe you should share it too)
To learn
To see
And  
NOT to do
Although there are horrors and abominations of human behaviors, what has been done cannot be undone.  As a society I hope we can learn from past (and current) human experimentation so that the lives are not lost in vain.  The information that was garnered in unimaginable ways is here, it exists, it is now ours as a collective history.  To not use it seems to be an abuse of it.
Life's a Beach Aug 2014
Sink my silence into
social starvation
and thaw me out
slowly


Throw me not
to Fire

Church me not on
a pyre of Destruction.

Instead

Suffocate my screams
Until I ******* of Society

Because at least then
you'll think I'm **fixed
Life's a Beach Aug 2014
Whirlpool of a mind
Syringes, needles,
Line after line,
Brain becomes dust
Movements will rust
And all that's left is
Time
To live
A hole by the ear
The world appears so
colourful
Then, every time, just that bit bleaker
Each line grows steeper
Fear the reaper
Because he doesn't care
If it's your fault or
Just a stage
Because
To him
Age is age
And not necessarily determined
By months or weeks
Or stage
But when
Hands to weak to reach
for water
Familiar enough to light a spliff
Enough of this existence

Can't tell if you exist
When you can't see beyond the smoke
Broken
Used
Aaron Bee Aug 2014
Midnight back roads
Dark - insidious
Hungry for the intoxicated.
A monster comes out to
Prey on inebriated
Fellows.
Skiddings of tires,
Broken glass,
And red stains mark
Where the beast
Hunts
Road ****
A snack
and drivers
The main dish
The cycle is
Weekdays - innocents
Weekends - idiots
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