#molecules
Pages hanging on
By a breadth of
A mere molecule
Paper hearts
And discarded minds
Holding on to life
By a brief tether
Sawed,
By auspicious grim.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
Seeing myself
Through my lover’s eyes: forgiveness.
Through my own eyes: hatred.
Everyone else: only a mask?
Tortured self depiction.
False mirrors.
Where lies the truth?
Raindrops. Hair. Molecules.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
Molecules hang
suicide of gravity
Shattered evaporation
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC
for a brief moment
a nano second
I was aware
unaware of it
it's globular mess
those molecules
green, red, orange, white, blue
bursting
outwards
but pressed too tightly inwards
there was no room for their expression
they repelled
that spherical mess held together with an invisible membrane
explosive
wound up
each desiring to escape from it's counterpart
similar but vastly different
and then the bears claws
elongated
abnormal
scratching a tear down and through my very soul
the inner world met the manifest fears of the outer world
every cell, no, molecule in my body screamed
screamed
screamed
I could only help myself
I awoke
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
As I am absorbed
in ol' buttermilk sky,
I stand ***** whilst my bare
feet skim neighbor's roof.
I'm pulled West, up. Setting sun
fans rays. Here, I am emitted
in nebulosity.
I care not what
hankerings loosened, let go,
drift back to earth,
to rosy, lilied yard
where chain link encumbered.
Clinical conclusion drawn
in misty misconception
no longer.
Intrinsic am I as air.
Spread my molecules
in scintilla of light. Yes,
even into gray of smog,
as I must admit,
to ***** parts. These
may rain acidic intrusions
in your backyard. Too
much to assimilate?
I never asked for
what rained in mine.
No impurities
have been intended.
Still, I must emit.
My sky awaits.
Catching next cloud out.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
The little children stand squished together
in a tight enclosed space
Straight
uniform
But...
squirmy
Unable to be completely still
A solid phase
Then, they start to squirm some more
as their boredom takes over
wriggle
shake
some start coming off
the tightly knit shape
More and more
lose
and open spaces
Until its a shapeless mass of kids
Each with ample space
Liquid phase
Then they get tired of standing around
Some start playing tag
Running about
leaving
wandering
Dispersed
Until finally,
...
The once tightly knit
figure
is simply
a few random kids
zooming around
here and there
Gas phase
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
Friendship is like
A diapole diapole interaction
Two different
Entities
Positive and negative
Attracted to each other
Best friendship
Is like a hydrogen bond
Still a diapole diapole
but stronger
Only possible in the presence of
A hydrogen
Someone in the relationship
Able to keep it afloat
A London dispersion
Force
Is like a pleasant acquaintance
Someone you get along with
But no strong emotional ties
To hold you there
Just
Small talk
An ion diapole bond
Is like
A difficult relationship
Opposites attract
But you’re bonded
So strongly
...
That eventually one
Of you just starts
To tear the other apart
Like salt in water
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
I recalled the smell of junipers warming in the sun,
Or maybe mice nesting under the cupboard.
Or bleached linen hung out by Mum,
Reminds me of something about Dad from long ago,
You ask me…to say if it was gin;
There are things I can’t tell you, Son.
Some people think that it’s a sin;
So just use your imagination.
Another time I smelled crushed daisies of
The housemaids, I remember from Kleßheim.
Thunderstorms rolled down from the Alps at night,
Then turned at morning into clarified, buttered sun.
They remind me of someone’s blonde hair,
I just can’t tell you when or where,
So use your imagination.
Scent is the most potent mnemonic,
Triggering mystical cells inside,
Creating a stream of biophotonics,
Rapture returns in histrionics,
Tracking things from skin and hair,
To lips and eyes, to a groan, an intrigued stare.
Things we can never tell another, even if
He or she or they were there
What happened in those brilliant days?
Only imagination can say.
Crystal hanging in the window at nine o’clock,
Rays strike the glass, opening up the past.
Before me spreads a wide, green lawn,
Ladies and lords stroll with their finery on.
I sit and watch, while the procession advances,
Tricornes doffed and stays undone in dances.
Until the satin, silk and brocades lie on the ground,
Gavotte kisses become tender, sensual rounds
And naked, youth flees into woods.
And everything is happening;
Everything is good.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
I love you with all of my heart
No, more, with every atom inside
Each cell in my body lives for you
My molecules long to be by your side.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
My chances became
equal to your frigid heart:
absolute zero.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
Help
Needed and available
…If I search
Loved ones
In darkness
Placed by me
Expected to be…
…Decent
The outside
Different
Inside… blackness
Expectations pile high
But my shower
Saw my face
Once
Knowledge of the next word?.
Not surprised
Choking on
“the tip of your tongue”
Don’t have a place
In your mind,
Roommates?
Forgiveness
Although
Counted how many times
MY lips touched
Your pipe
Having deep conversations
Your sweet friend
Christina
And
My old friend
Death
Didn’t know
Preoccupied?.
True
Got your own ****
Handle
Cause I’m not
Losing order
Losing my way
Falling deeper
Into the rabbit holes
Breaking where
I’m broken
Broken Molecules
Nothing more
Than these words and tears
So who am I now?.
A pathetic week
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
Sleep
At 2 AM
Uncommonly
I have insomnia
No.
Sleep
No sooner than 2 AM
Every night
Work at 6 am
Sleepless, restless nights
Caused by the burning hole
Silent attacks at 4 AM
In fear of waking the house
Phone died
No charger
I’m so depressed
No.
Lack of energy
Lack of motivation
For basic tasks
Last shower?.
4 days ago
Mental illness
Laying in bed
Paralyzed
Responsibilities to be completed
With no will
To put effort
Consequence?.
A racing pulse
Sweat dripping
Palms shaking
Ragged breathing
Searching for savior
Once in a person
Disappeared
Alone again
Nowhere to turn
Swallowing the pain
Razor sharp
Slicing down my throat
Choking back
Cries for help
They don’t care
Broken
All you’ll ever be
Searching for silence
At the bottom of bottles
The butts of cigarettes
The bowls of pipes
Till my feet lift
From the cold pavement
Till…
…Numb
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
Quiet mind, immersed
in palest, warmest yellow.
Molecules within
find alignment
with infinity.
Silvery mercurial fluid
paints my bones
with gentle light.
You have come back.
Abundantly, warm salt
water envelopes me.
Even in this chair,
in this empty room.
On dry land.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
I am a drop.
No, smaller than that,
I am half a drop.
Nah, even smaller,
I am a molecule.
Not yet, zoom out a bit more.
I am an atom, right?
How ‘bout a nucleus?
Proton is a better option.
Or perhaps something,
Smaller than a proton,
Or any subatomic particle?
What’s the smallest?
Is the smallest really the smallest?
May be fifty years,
Or hundred years from now, or more
Would there be a new smallest,
I think that would be me.
The ‘me’ in front of the all pervading sky
The all pervading hostility of this universe,
Or perhaps of a multiverse.
Far would be destroyed my glory,
By even a minute of such an imagination,
My blown up ego would be blown up.
Gone is my glory,
blown up is my blown up ego,
humbled am I.
Neither a king,
Nor even a slave,
who am I?
how would I know?
when would I know?
when could I perceive,
without ‘me’ at the centre?
without ‘me’ seeing ‘me’?
perhaps never,
perhaps sometime!
Am I a ‘who’?
Or am I a ‘what’?
How does it even matter
In front of all the existence?
But
What if I am the biggest?
Bigger than the mountain
Bigger than the sun
Bigger than this galaxy
Or even the universe?
What if I am the universe or the multiverse,
and kept from knowing it?
Ah! what a mystery!
Humbled am I
In front of the great mystery
Of not ‘that’ or ‘this’
But of ‘I’.
So never ask me this;
Who are you?
For I shall go silent
and never get back to you.
Or shall I ever get back to you,
what a celebration would that be?
The greatest celebration of my life,
The greatest celebration of my being.
But
What if I don’t even exist?
Or I am just this & nothing else?
May be I am a chaos,
that seems to be ordered.
May be I am an order,
that seems to be a chaos.
May be I am both.
Or may be none.
When would I know the truth?
Or may be I know the truth,
Just pretending not to know it.
May be I am the truth,
seeking out my own self.
Or a lie,
pretending to be the truth.
May be I am all that I thought,
May be I am none.
May be all I just need,
is to take a nap,
and get back to work.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
trillions of molecules that
recognize trillions of mine as kindred
and every seven years
when we've shed our skin
every fiber
heart
muscles and bone
and given it back to the stars
every newborn cell somehow remembers
as if by miracle
the fountain of love we share
so when you stumble and loose sight of it all
when you feel your aching heart worn thin
when you're on the edge of being torn
know what is truly real deep down within
know that love is the fabric of the cosmos
know that when it is a cold and rainy day
then inside a single raindrop
as it falls unafraid
is the promise of brand new unbroken heart
and the gift of a brand new day.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
I believe that the universe
placed your atoms and molecules
near mine so that we could meet.
so that you could teach me how to love,
and what love even was in the first place.
and then once you did that, the universe
took you away again.
and I'm okay with that now.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
"As the temperature drops down, the molecules get closer till they form a solid shape."
And that's how our chemistry teacher defined 'love' on a snowy day.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
Do not stress over the broken dreams of yesterday,
Cracks in the walls of your good intentions allow the glimmer of light,
Neither sought or understood,
To shine through.
You cannot know what awaits,
Not can you have more than the slightest effect on your life's outcome for 'you' as you know yourself to be is nothing more than a grouping of molecules more complex than the universe you reside in and your thoughts and designs no more authored by you than your eventual fate.
So please do not angst over broken hearts and what may have been,
You never really had a chance anyway,
Yet realize that something good and often better will come for within you resides the universe just as you reside within it.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC