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#alchemist
i turned everything, and i mean everything bad into something beautiful my best work came from the parts i managed to salvage, look at what i did with darkness… i’m an alchemist it took me a while, but now i can stand back, smile, and show the world my masterpiece…
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Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 1:23 PM UTC
The alchemist
Sulfur yellow a watery burn Created in an alchemist's urn. Water feeds fire as both evolve-- The formula of hates resolve. You waver rights to be treated fair Like Sampson selling locks of hair Or selling age to a 95 year old-- Sheep follow only to die in their fold. Fiery seas begin as a rift Water being the only gift. But nothing, nothing is ever free once transmuted into this sea. But logs do drift and beaches claim All that gave this sea its name.
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Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 2:49 PM UTC
Hate
golden threads this autumn bears waves of thin despair at your iron door Show Time, says Fosse, heart on the floor when sunlit window gently flares a crispy wind, a frivolous sunrise oh, dance along, your fragile neck so white Show Time, says Fosse, aglow with light please, dance with me, and look into my eyes golden threads this autumn bears in every leaf, in every grain of dust Show Time, says Fosse, it's my final lust melancholy's dripping venom deadly glares. "Autunno, se vuoi cogliere la frutta della mia anima, ti prego di non esaurire ancora il sole, il filo d'oro della vita, il filo d'oro della danza." - Gianluca Masi, known as the Dancing Alchemist, Firenze, the second half of the XVI-th century
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Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 6:25 PM UTC
golden threads
another day, another lotion, sighed, “much rather be making potions.” *tedium, boredom, boil and bubble, add a spice, then add it double, stir it well and let it settle, in a kettle, made of metal.* what's your fancy, what's your trouble? basin clogged with dwarven stubble? make one balm, you've made them all! concoct a cream, a cream?—a cream! one more grog burn, swear I'll scream! *tedium, boredom, boil and bubble, add a spice, then add it double, stir it well and let it settle, in a kettle, made of metal.* give me dragons, give me daggers, give me jewels with emerald feathers! give me—“what? what's this, right now? of course I know exactly how!” roots to find, true essence to distill, adventure? no, but pays the bills.
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Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
Local Alchemist
Coming up at my face in charcoal, embossed, in canvas, then hung That’s cast anew, that made it through- After and at so many endings, Blizzard, joy, death and sun mending, A Shepherd’s life through trials as me, given in- Is that finally it? Tell me, Heart, did I Come to know the key? Yes! Redemption arrived therein! After that long time; Look, I no longer Have what you think it takes, Saw more light in night than day, But, indeed, honey in that canvas’ eyes swirls back Again, Every shade a muster of reflection, Fingers are grazing in sensitivity No surgeon can try to beat, Black lips glimmer in heat- Shush, the point of Such sight? Just: that I can look in that canvas mirror Back, That all realisation greets my mind. That a narcissist is the highest claim of support and love. That after all The path All mirage left, And broken I know who i am. (... Yes, the battle has seen its end... Sword’s placed in peace in proud, Murky earth.)
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Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
A Gospel
Like Alchemists, we seek an answer. We experiment with different elements, fusing ourselves over the fire of our hearts. Like Alchemists, we long for an answer. The answer lies within. But our vision is hazy due to the smoke. All we see is the elixir of hope, and as we join hands, we choke. Like Alchemists, we thought. But like fools we really were. To think that we could be twin flames. - August
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Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 6:59 PM UTC
The Alchemist
We are made out of the same stardust, I have a little more gold in me than you. You need the touch of an alchemist, Then you'll be the gold you yearn for. Not the material worldly kind you think, The golden glow will fill you inside out. We are made out of the same stardust, I have a little more gold in me than you.
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May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
Touch of an Alchemist
Being an Alchemist She writes wholeheartedly Poetry of hope Spreading wings Out of scraps Out of tears Out of fragile memory Collecting pieces of her Holding storm inside Wearing a calm smile With patience She fixes She heals She inspires With all of the missing pieces She molds her periphery Crafting a new world Worth to breath in Worth to live in
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
Scrap Icon
I am a ****** writer. I can form both sides of the speech. Something so wanting, so desirable, So complete.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
I am a ****** writer.
Change my blood into gold Elixer of life A toked up martyr   I must be philosopher ****** to be so magical I transform change the same I re-arrange invert thought bubbles to elipse to make a circle out of cyst Wand and Air like pen and paper convert the blank page to the strange till the shoobies get ****** at the deviant sage Hidden , covered by enigma... Sometimes I write so hard I might just Rip ya like paper the message of saviors, so heavy it topples the rules like when the they drop bass in a rave yah but treble not in ear sight, As it breaks the music can also protect what an insight. Quarel with myself a couple times like Quicksilver and sulfur *Purification dissolution death and ressurection dissolve and let loose the fatal connections* Become alchemist like a potter and turn the clay to a vessel IGNITE THE SPIRIT LEVEL OVERCOME THE STRESSFUL
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
Alchemical ingestion
Youre in my head, in my bones, in my soul I cant stop thinking, you’ve taken my control Silver bones and gold blood that make me up You’re the metal that binds me together My broken copper wings with tarnished feathers An alchemist turning my lead heart into gold Youre in my head, in my bones, in my soul I cant stop thinking, you’ve taken my control.
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
Metals and You
This full-metal house is both my                              home    & my                               coffin. Watch me bury something of mine                            in    the depths                              of                                     Neptune. I call those things my problems. .
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
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