#chemical
I read and read but the words do not stick
trying to forge a path but the plants are too thick
my brain fills with mist, my days i reminisce
i was simple before the downloads
now i etch the voices of my mind into the poetry i write
so i shuffle my tarot cards laced with divine
now is never the time, they say, i fray
i am fickle, riddled with adversity
i am tickled by you thinking you deserve me
a dinner date and you expect to open my legs
i say my thoughts but they get lost in your primitive state
ephemeral, see me through the lens of withdrawal
chemical, plentiful, ego mixed with alcohol
Jul 31, 2023
Jul 31, 2023 at 6:36 PM UTC
I wish I can find you a cure,
To heal everything I done wrong to you.
I wish I can give much more,
Knowing my love has always been so true.
I miss the way you used to laugh,
Knowing I’m here to always hold you strong.
Alas, what left of me is staph…
Burning needles under my skin and wrong.
It’s not your fault of me falling,
All done to myself a long time ago.
The bugs aren’t in me yet crawling,
My chemical romance you’ll never know.
So what of the days to all shine,
My heart blackened and praised a shrine?
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 7:13 AM UTC
inside the surreptitious
facilities
they're conducting quite disturbing
activities
were the greater public to know
what was going on at these
places
they'd certainly be wearing
very worried
faces
keeping the people in
the pitch of
dark
being the custom of the chemical
and bio-weapons
lark
some nations are presently developing
a stockpile of
capacity
that maybe used on a population
with the intent of
hostility
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
Your name on Yellow
Labeled biohazardous
I drank like Alice
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 10:22 AM UTC
life is all about equilibrium,
sometimes ionic or chemical equilibrium,
ionic means...arithmetic.
chemical means...geometric .
every reaction has their purpose,
either forward or backward;
when concentration increases on reactant shift forward.
and when concentration decrease than shift backward.
catalyst are like motivation,
may be negative or positive type,
enhance the rate of reaction,
that's depend on many factors like,
concentration, temperature or pressure.
such as life...
that's depend on many factor,
sometimes depression or anxiety to break us
and sometimes like motivation to make us
that's depend on us
how we take it in life...................
LIFE IS LIKE AN EQUILIBRIUM!
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
Blinded by disease I lost sight of you.
Your words spoken by the voice of my demon.
I felt your love, though the intentions got twisted.
Your touch, familiar yet foreign.
I'm losing it again, reality.
My mind, a place of dark whispers.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 2:27 AM UTC
I Plutonium, and you Cyanide
Both poisonous at touch
Yet, we each longed for a taste
I dreamt deadly dreams,
Of sweet Cyanide,
Bubbling up my skin
Rising up towards my neck
And my only thought was,
How pleasant
And you
You would speak highly of Plutonium
Admiring it’s properties
Knowledgeable of the damage it could cause
But, not aware enough to care
Eventually, we both met the same demise
Choked out,
Plutonium and Cyanide
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
A brain chemically imbalanced.
How could taking two little white pills every morning
slowly but surely resolve eight years of major depression
ameliorate symptoms that strangle the mind and spirit,
destroying self-worth, competency, basic functionality.
Despite a set-back of a month of unstable, barely restrained
suicidal thoughts, whole-heartedly consuming every minute
of conscious thought and shattering already severely fragmented
sleep, the only repose from the onslaught of endless thoughts
each one affirming deservance and supplying means to an end.
The vile depression, mind-warping, heart-marring, shape-shifting,
perspective-rearranging, adapting to every new environment,
clawing its nightmare-grip further into my chest day after day,
haunting me even in its remission: the depression was sinister.
Body and brain scarred and healing, starved synapses react,
a regiment of medicine, taxing-thought, and long-scarce love,
but indisputably vital: taking two little white pills every morning
slowly but surely resolves eight years of major depression.
A brain chemically balanced.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 4:17 PM UTC
If love is a chemical imbalance, I'll always be dizzy for you
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
****** all my life
I want the drugs
pump all the love
strike to my vein
I’ll die in vain
that is my pain
stuck to my lane
born with the rain
nothing to gain
till I met Jane
now I feel sane.
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 12:55 AM UTC
Breathe deeply kiddies and get some virus
Cyrus the Virus is here to **** you
Novichok flavour just for you
VX nerve gas special come get some
You'll feel fine better than the Black Death
Roll up and and get some bugs
Only the best for you lazy Millennials
Made in Russia mothertruckers
Neo Soviet influence touching you
Reaching out for you wherever you are
Even on the Moon or Planet ******* Mars
Not even Santa and Old Nick are safe
Novichok gonna get you virus kaput time
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 11:45 PM UTC
Shiver cold, where has my home gone
structure isn’t made of brick or boulder
its collar bone, bathed in blue light from your phone
tip of the roof, your neck and shoulder
I shouldn’t dare, without a care is where I tend to do the most of my damage
You learn to share, and separate the pair, they send you off hoping that you can manage
Flesh and bone and heart and ache
in it in the end for what we take
optic tract symmetry
all we really want is everything
We learn what we see and we don’t say what we mean
What a world full of confusion
squeaky clean, you’ve never done a thing
Until it all comes down to the conclusion
So take it in, be sure you learn to swim
majority of us are drowning
so come inside, I’ll let you run and hide
And teach you all there is to know about me
Flesh and bone and heart and ache
in it in the end for what we take
optic tract symmetry
all we really want is everything
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC
If I was still alive, you think I'd be proud
of you sticking that chemical imbalance
stuck out of your arm.
The reaper be looking at you
with tears
falling from white waterfalls.
But if I was here, I'd be guarding you from
the mourning of regret.
You tried hard, but misery pushed down
on your artery...
And you tried to explain,
that you were lost
before this moment and couldn't carry the load.
But this was meant to lessen the discomfort
of me leaving you.
I'm still here,cant you hear me talking..
Pulling you back from the abyss of this, our mistake.
It took nine hours of words, dripping into your
subconscious...
your not alone, your not weak, I'll always be here..
with you.
Then you alwoke, it wanst me, but a breath of us.
Family,
friends were my arms and they gripped you.
You'll see me,
hear me in others,
your never ever be alone again.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 6:22 PM UTC
She changed my clothes
She changed my pose
She changed my hair
She changed my prayer
She changed me
Like iron to rust
But like other girls
She did the same
In this story
You are the medicine
Who Created mr. Hyde
Sorry? To late
Jekyll taking his grave
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
maybe we weren’t for each other,
maybe we we’re just like group of stars—
desperately refracting light in the darkness.
maybe we’re just bunch of atoms—
aligned in a specific pattern,
ready to be dispersed,
to be a new cluster of atoms.
maybe we weren’t a compound,
maybe we weren’t like the other elements,
that were made for each other,
to create an inseparable bond.
maybe we’re just an element itself—
constantly waiting to be discovered,
constantly waiting to be classified,
to be put in a particular group,
contantly waiting for the chemical reaction to take place,
but time stopped,
so as our reaction.
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 12:02 AM UTC
They come in twos and threes
Glistering silver seas
Overwhelming nausea
Worsen anxieties
I feel so far apart
Separate but not separated
How can I rest in peace?
When I am here resting in pieces
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
my beauty is the most powerful potion on Earth,
drink it and get transformed,
growing tree of golden apples,
who dares to catch me?
who dares to climb?
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 9:34 AM UTC
One by one we fade to black
petals falling from a cheap bouquet
we're gone too soon it seems
victims of the black parade
a field of roses a shallow grave
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
Go away
I'm chemically unstable
There's no way
Now that we ever will be able
To be considered me
Truely alright, fine, good, normal
Medicine ungiven
Diagnosis wishing
Why others wouldn't listen?
Because they're talking flesh
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
it's destructive
it's painful
but slicing into my skin
every time I want to write a word down
is the best pain I have ever felt
Maybe this bleeding
isn't bad
and I'm getting rid
of all the pain
But then
I don't know when to stop
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
In a minute,
I'm a *** smirk.
A shiny fang to show.
This pleasure, bundled
into nerves,
will decompose.
There isn't one chance.
Not one savior.
Evolution,
it still takes
its molasses-sweet-ass-time.
I won't pray.
I won't wait.
As I am
& I shall be
the anti-divine.
I'm a literal piece of ****
I've long since comes to terms,
to terms with it.
I'm a depiction of the pits.
I've long since loved my worst,
my worst and best.
(...)
In a minute,
I'm a lost eye.
A stab wound, deep & old.
This sadness, bound
in my synapses,
wants me to know:
There is no escape.
No dissuasion.
Neurodivergence,
it wrestles
my ill logos for control.
I won't pray.
I won't pray.
As I am
& I shall be
funny chemicals.
I'm a literal piece of ****
I've long since comes to terms,
to terms with it.
I'm a depiction of the pits.
I've long since loved my worst,
my worst and best.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
Nothing matters to me
I might as well be
In a different galaxy
I’m disconnected from reality
I sleep my nights dreaming
I could be someone else
And lose sight of me
I hate my anatomy
Chemical bonds gone wrong
And I choose to dissect
Each and every one
I never lose focus when I criticize
My imperfections
I intend to improve myself
But that won’t change my perception
And there you go
I figure you’re prefect
In every sense of the word
Nothing can stop you
Not even the cosmos themselves
But you’re just like me
A flawed human
In this world full of impurities
We bend like metal
And sway
Wherever the wind takes us
That’s the price we pay
Each and every day
Our insecurities
Hide the best of us
But we wake up in the morning
And continue life
But one thing for sure
We’ll keep fighting
Until we perish
Life can be beautiful
Never forget it
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
His transient touch
Taught me to love
Elusive hands embraced
Inverted beneath skin's layers,
A plastic pin point impression
That prickly sensation
Lasted for years
Hollowed hands turned every touch
Into white noise
Soft static buzzing eardrums
Burrowed deep beneath
Old memories, sneaking in
Through dopamine
Vibrating neurons numb
Until I can't sleep
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC