"chem" poems
what my forays into online dating offered me that wasn’t s*x; european coffee beans, a film camera from the 70s, a workshop on ceramics, chicken parmagiana, bottles of blueberry lemonade, thai food that isn’t spicy, help with calculus homework, notes on gen chem, all the Star Wars movies, a book about magic: the gathering, a ride to an nba game, museum visits, nature walks, impulsive road trips, stories about their exes, silly anecdotes, photos of their pets, quality memes, awkward hugs that felt good.
such small intimacies, never blossoming into something bigger yet still imbued with meaning..
filled with what-ifs, if-onlys, and almosts.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
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•fill our beak-
er with un-
told chem-
icals•com-
patible so-
lvents that
fizz... with
bubbles•m-
ix them in to get
the most homogene-
ous of solutions•introdu-
ce heat in the likes of passion
•never a clean reaction, there will
be residue• never right the first time,
failed attempts will be a few......• but once
distilled from undesirable impurity•........then
handle the mixture with utmost sensitivity........•
you'll get a result that can't be bought with money•
because this love in our hearts is the product of
pure chemistry•
.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
In a fit of pique truths were written.
In a moment of reflection all was deleted.
Platitudes were written back instead.
Who am I to speak of the dead?
A wife was ungrateful with truth.
Did a pen pal want
what the sacred vows of marriage
Make unacceptable realities?
For whom would I have written? Who would it have pleased?
Staring at a fresh e-mail in humbled wonderment
that someone would give decent pretense to care
I -safely back from war- now ask: what do you want to know?
Do you really want to know?
Is it my place to tell
of seeing a man's insides
on the outside
of a vehicle who's occupants he unwittingly saved
by stepping on the landmine instead?
The mine splattered the survivors' vehicle in red.
Is it my place to tell
Of listening to the medic's confession?
Hearing him speak of tasting the blood in the air
like pennies on his tongue.
There's a tale I haven't heard sung!
I met my Shadow
I embraced him so deeply that I
As I had existed before
Ceased to be.
The naive child thinking it was Light
The Predatory Survivor others (cowards!) may judge as Dark
Were forged together
Stronger perhaps
Time will tell
As the alloy of two selves is unified by a personal hell
Cheering at outgoing steel rain
Laughing after the whizzing of bullets is a memory
Running, racing to donate more blood
Mourning the fallen while bathed in the dim red glow of chem lights
Watching honored corpses loaded in near darkness for their last helicopter flights
Is this what you wanted to hear?
Perhaps you knew.
Perhaps you imagined you knew.
Regardless
For your consideration
Thank you
For your innocent
Well-intentioned
Beautifully petty
Gloriously naive
And honest letters
Thank you.
Truly
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 6:18 PM UTC
Teacher lectures.
Talking students.
Busy hallways.
Quiet librarys.
Running in gym.
Crying in chem.
Numbers & letters.
Words in a book.
Lockers slamming
& jamming.
Study.
Stress.
Test.
School.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
You know how when
You put a kettle on a stove,
Maybe for tea
Or something else maybe
You get the kettle
To put on the stove
And you put water in it
From the tap
Or if you're in
The inner city
Then maybe from
A jug
From cvs
Or rite aid
I don't know which is closer
To your kettle
That you're putting the
Water in
To put on the stove
But the tap smells funny
And tastes like minerals
And artificiality
So if you have a bit of money, Maybe an on-tap
Filter or brita
You turn the little
**** on the front
Of the oven
And you hear
The distressed, hurried
Sound of a component
Desperately trying
To do its job
It seems like forever
But it's just a couple
Seconds
The spark catches
The gas
And glorious blue
Energy leaps out
And causes
Instant condensation
On the side of the
Kettle you've filled
With water
And put on the stove
And then
Primordial chemistry
As old as old
Changes ****
Around inside
No time
For a chem lesson
Just listen
And then after a few minutes
A blast of
Piping hot
Shrill
Pure energy
Explodes out of the top
In an earsplitting
Harried call
To you to let you
Know the kettle
You put on the stove
Is now ready
For you.
All that pressure,
From so much activity,
Before you even
Turned the heat on
You walked around
Gathering materials
And moving about
And all the calories
You burn thinking
About it
And then the
Thermal activity
Which is breathtaking
In its simple
But ever so complicated
Perfect order
And predictability
And all of this simply
Amazing process
Culminates
In one constant,
High energy geyser
Of released pressure.
This is equivalent
To the results
Of one thought
About you.
What a life
As a kettle.
Yea.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 11:07 PM UTC
Dear Ms. Di Prima,
I really,
Really,
Think that Alchemy—Alchemy--Al-Chem-EEEEE
Is a
Nifty
Topic.
But,
My mother has a ring
Of gold.
Standard Gold,
No lead. None.
Or had,
Until our house was
B-R-O / K-E / N
Into
By some lowlife scumbag with
Too much ability
And
Not enough intelligence.
With Alchemy
I could make a shitload
Of Gold (wasn't that the point?),
Provided I had the
Lead,
And not that
IMPOSTER
Crap in pencils (Graphite. My childhood was a shambles.).
But it's only valuable
Because
We're willing to pay so much.
Like with Diamonds.
Or Japanese Akita.
Or Wagyū.
It's not a lie.
Just a trick.
Making you think you want things that you don't need because it helps someone else who you've never met make more money than they'd ever be able to use in a legitimate way
(HOOKERS AND BLOW).
All of these things are synthetic.
With the exceptions of
Gold
And
Graphite.
So,
Maybe,
Alchemy did work out alright,
Just not in the anticipated way.
We can make all sorts of things.
But they become coveted only when they exist.
Just ask Swipey McStickyfingers.
It actually wasn't gold.
You just got a bunch of painted junk,
And passports.
No rubies.
We weren't international crooks,
Renowned and beloved
By jealous zealots.
It was purely sentimental.
But you can't understand.
You can't fondly look at the earrings as the last reminder of a deceased parent.
You can't flip through the identification booklet and be flooded with memories of your first trip out of the country.
You ****** You can't even cash the savings bonds that were bought to put someone through college.
No. He got a box of documents and some cheap jewelery.
But still. Probably called for celebration. A successful heist
Because his brain is still in his head.
We create people as well as objects.
Ms. Di Prima,
In the end,
Some people will always be
Clasping ********
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 6:38 PM UTC
We are not the voice to elect a king
We are anonymous
I am not the one you want to convene because I question everything
I am just a voice of honesty as degenerates overtake my home
Life in the wake of calamity cast on a pile of bones
It’s the new order of the ages, welcome to the end of days
The beast controls our lives impeding our ability to thrive
induced into a system designed for wealth, power, and lies
A price is paid for not conceding to an affirmation worth repeating
as I join the enlightened ones and wage a massive war
A circularity that deviates from its path is not a circle anymore
They will invoke internal and external threats
then establish many secret prisons
Slowly restricting the freedom of the
Press while surveying ordinary citizens
Chem-trails from government jets
will be dismissed as urban legends
Mandatory vaccinations
designed to lower urban intelligence
Radio-frequency identification chips
mandatory for men, women, and children
Man-made global pandemics
separated for segregated sterilization
Espionage becomes the new word for criticism
And dissent will be the new word for treason
In the name of self-preservation
they will subvert the rule of law
We are broken beyond repair, slaves for all we have
As they divide our families, we ignore another false flag
As history repeats, we are kept under control
But we are not the voices to elect a king
because we are anonymous
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 4:07 AM UTC
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the co-ordinate y
My soul exists, and so begging to die
In revising chem, maths and more all days.
I hate thee more than the universe size
If Olber’s paradox was somehow true.
I hate thee freely, as men fight Mech 2.
I hate thee purely, as they waste their lives.
I hate thee with a passion put to use
Poetically procrastinating you.
I hate thee with hatred I cannot lose
With my lost UMS – hate thee with breath,
Pens, tears, of all my strife – and, if God choose,
I shall only be free when I’m with death.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
P1
There once was a guy
Who once had a guild
And that guild was built
With seventy head
That guy once guided his guild
Where grey lands were filled and built
He held down his sword and belt
Screaming out loud while moving his head
"Where gold is we land and dig"
"Where glory is we put our head"
There once were guides
Who helped that guild
Finding grey lands
That filled and built
One guild guy had wrote and read
His name was "Chiny Chem Ded"
Other guild guide was in the lead
Where war is you hear " Belly Den Deed "
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
Eyes that give
half recognitions
with almost
audible clicks
and the universal
amp that is
the human
ivory smile,
drives it home.
Deaf hands moving
with blunt precision,
fumbling for alarm
clocks, bra hooks,
chem notes and
silent red cups.
Doing essential jobs
that essentially
involve doing
nothing.
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 7:43 PM UTC
Show me your elements, your mixtures, your
Adorable complex surface, Let me
Dive within and soak in your enzymes,
With my only effort being to reach, to
Stretch, to get that most unattainable inner flame
Within, to grasp it and burn myself.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
This week I will pull off the impossible
I will write the greatest cases ever written
I will pull up my GPA
turn in the greatest transcendentalism essay you'll ever read
finish my APUSH
pull off wonders in AP Chem.
Ah, the life of a student
in a highly competetive, tightly-knit arena
going for the win.
Little things like drama
and social tension
just seem to fade away when you reach out
higher, harder, faster
Research, speed drills, caffeine
Lose weight, forget to eat
Gain weight, forget to sleep
But I feel fantastic.
No more emo ********
finally, after too long, I am passionate.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
As an inexplicable soul,
Trapped behind bar's
Of the flesh;
I awaiteth to break
Out of this worldly abode;
Where mine wing's canst fly
Far away from this nest.
In a white robe to be dressed,
In a Faraway home; soaring
Peaks O' unknown,
How the flowers
Impress.
None shackles to mine feet,
Nor any chem trailed air;
Just the sound's that
Surround, their word's
To flow through
Mine hair.
I'll use gold to write with,
Silver to create its depth;
O' I wilt cherish the saint's
Of gods endless breath.
Rose petals to be the paint,
As the petals never die,
Nor shalt the day turn into night,
God is the sun, the moon,
The light.
I'll gaze the foreign, strange
Sights, being no less
Important, I wilt sing
With the flowers, as
they'll appreciate my
Purpose.
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Brandon nagley
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
Why did you feel like you had to prove something to everyone? Innocence isn't bad you know. You were going to wait. But you were just so **** eager to prove your point. Perhaps a bit of it was spite. You felt over sheltered, so you overcompensated.
You have bad hair and bad taste in boys.
Still you shouldn't have broken up with him via text. Twice.
Making the third time by phone call wasn't a bad idea.
You have small ***** Get over it.
Stop being so insecure. Do things by yourself. You’re prone to codependency and neediness is not a good look for you
Invest in a pair of cute thigh highs. Delete your ****** blog. Get your eyebrows waxed (it doesn't hurt that bad).
While I have your attention - **DON'T ******* FAIL CHEM!!!** You end up retaking it with the same teacher whose face resembles that of a rat.
Enjoy being a social butterfly because it'll get old quick. Also beer is gross so you didn't miss much at parties.
You'll grow into your skin.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
In the wild free ghetto night
Where would ya wanna be but here?
With god and the angels and love so bright!
I walk these streets in complete awe
I'll be here walkin in a thousand years
••
Baby rockin in the cradle
Cradle rockin on the window sill
So very high above the street
••
Hey hey mama here come Jesus
Got a sack a loaves and fishes
Jes for you
••
Ain't lynched a cowboy from this tree in 100 years
But it gotta couple a negroes back in '63
••
Help help!!
I ain't suffering from affluenza
& I need some bad !
••
My face !
And most a you ain't seen it!
OH MY GOD!
••
A street lamp is a beautiful symbol
Of
Somethin
(Over there -----
In the dark
By the alley where the stained old newspapers blow
Round and round
And little ragged boys curl up to sleep
••
Star light star bright
Thru the chem trails of the night
••
I mean
In the garden of Eden before the apple eatin
Didn't adam at least think eve had a cute ***
••
In college we were supposed to write an essay on the differences between bein a priest and a professional wrestler but I couldn't think a nothin
••
In the wild free ghetto night
Where would ya wanna be but here ?
All the angels child bright
God is seen on every EYE
not afraid to shine or cry
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
i think about the girls
in my class;
the one we have
an inside joke with,
tho we have nothing
else in common;
the one who plucks
my eyebrows
and asks me for
advice and
help with homework;
the one who thinks
i'm a nice person;
the one to whom
no one else is nice;
the one who likes
to hug me all the time
and calls me a friend;
the one who adores
chanel and likes
to talk to me
sometimes and sits
next to me in chem class;
the one i used to be friends
with but we fell out
though we still talk sometimes.
i think about
the other girls
from the golden five;
the two who are
inseparable and
nice to me and
understand me somehow;
the one who
shares my fandoms
and i can vaguely call
an actual friend;
the one i grew up
with who drools
over tom hiddleston
and sherlock and
books with me.
i think about
my literature teacher
who told me
she loves me
and about my
english teacher
who hugs me when
she's proud of me.
i think about
all the other teachers
who call me
exceptional.
i think about
the boy who used
to be my best friend
for two years
but we drifted apart
and yet he'd still
call me if he needed someone.
ithink about
the girl i stalk and
whom i send sweet messages to.
i think about
T. whom i love dearly
and V. whom i love dearly
and N. whom i love dearly
and M. whom i love dearly.
i think about my
sun and stars
who breathes for me,
my knight,
my heart.
i think about
the boy i love
and how even though
he said goodbye
he's "not indifferent"
(and about a promise
i made),
and about his mother
who adores me.
i think about my
mother who loves me the most
about my father
who calls me
princess
about my brother
who pulls my hair.
about my grandparents
and aunt and cousin,
about my mother's
best friends.
and then
i ask myself
"if all these people
are going to cry
if i happen to die,
if all these people
will lose sleep
and scream into
their pillows at night
and ask themselves why,
what does it matter
that i
don't
love
myself?"
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
We are strangers, strangers we remain,
From distant worlds, apart we came.
You call to me, I call to you,
But silence answers, cutting through.
You don’t know me, I don’t know you,
Our thoughts diverge like morning dew.
Alive we are, yet still we stare,
As if from graves, from shadows there.
I’m not your loss, nor you are mine,
Like clouds, we drift through endless time.
Wherever I go, wherever you’ll be,
We’re at the edges, lost at sea.
Yet yesterday felt near and bright—
You held my hand; your voice was light.
When love was endless, pure, and true,
And I was me, and you were you.
When whispers spoke of tender care,
And hearts embraced in love’s repair.
When vows were shared, no lies between,
And strangers we had never been.
I
(Alternative translation)
STRANGERS
We are strangers, strangers through,
From worlds apart, both old and new.
I call to you, you call to me,
Yet silence falls like waves at sea.
You do not know me, nor I know you,
Our thoughts like paths that never grew.
Alive we stand, yet lost we seem,
As if we lived within a dream.
I do not miss you, nor you miss me,
Two fleeting clouds the wind sets free.
Where you may go, where I may roam,
We’re at the edges, far from home.
But yesterday, it feels so near,
I held your hand, your voice sincere.
When love was boundless, bold, and true,
And I was me, and you were you.
When whispers shared what hearts could feel,
And hands embraced with love so real.
When we were one, no space between,
And strangers we had never been.
II
(Literal translation)
STRANGERS
We are strangers, strangers we remain,
From different worlds we come.
When you call me, when I call you,
We cannot hear, we cannot hear.
You do not know me, I do not know you,
I have one thought, and you another.
You are alive, and I am alive,
But we look at each other as if from graves.
I don’t miss you; you won’t miss me,
We are two clouds driven by the wind.
Wherever I am, wherever you are,
We are at the edges of the earth.
But, it seems, yesterday there was a day,
You remember it; I remember it, too,
When we could not stop loving each other,
Believing we would love forever.
When I whispered how dear you were,
And we held each other’s hands with love,
When you told me that you loved me,
And we were not strangers at all.
III
(Original poem, Romanian)
STRĂINI
Suntem străini, străini suntem,
Din diferite lumi venim.
Când tu mă chemi, când eu te chem
Nu ne-auzim, nu ne-auzim.
Tu nu mă ştii, eu nu te ştiu,
Un gând am eu şi tu alt gând.
Eşti vie tu şi eu sunt viu,
Dar ne privim ca din mormânt.
Eu nu-ţi lipsesc, tu nu-mi lipseşti,
Suntem doi nori mânaţi de vânt.
Oriunde-aş fi, oriunde eşti,
Suntem la margini de pământ.
Dar, parcă ieri, a fost o zi,
Ţii minte tu, ţin minte eu,
Când nu-ncetam a ne iubi,
Crezînd că ne-om iubi mereu.
Când îţi şopteam ce dragă-mi eşti
Şi ne strângeam cu drag de mâini,
Când îmi spuneai că mă iubeşti
Şi nu eram deloc străini.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 3:36 PM UTC
Slats
Salts
I have Salt
Salt Salt Salt
Salty Salt
for Chem
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
They say we’ll get a hurricane,
that they’re calling hurricane Lee.
Probably later this week,
and it’s a category 9 at least.
Some are saying prayers, but I say:
Why’s God sending it here?
Someone must be sinning a LOT.
Hey, don’t look at me - I’m not.
You’d think that would affect our classes,
that maybe we’d get hazzard passes,
for assignments that are due,
but nope, it isn’t true.
“I don’t want to hear excuses,”
my chem professor said,
“the only acceptable excuse is,
that you’re dead.”
Sep 11, 2023
Sep 11, 2023 at 1:50 PM UTC
in
"tolerable condition'"
i wander...
....amongst
homeless people and stars
paved roads
Golden
(dental fillings flashing)
big *******
......f--cking horselike
and gilded laughter
strained people
(ornamental)
CORPORATION
..........................................wars
if i was a black man
..................nee *****
......................nee "niggra"
............
..............................nee "human being"
...................................................
.............................
(if i was)
as
alien space/time ships
golden with Gold
...........................money
..........................nee "mammon"
.......................nee"evil"
...............nee "devil"
float
serenely complacent
like
.....................chem-trails
like
.......................politicians
like
..............televisiom
like
...dope
thru our
VANITY
----------
----------
----------
enough!
no mas!
bulls--t!
bulls--t!!
bulls--t!!!
enogh!
no mas!
BULLS--T
nuclear explosions
explode
core of being
LIGHT
REAL
NOW
-------
YOU!!!!!!
come from out the
glory
of a tongue
up your *****
into the world
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 10:41 AM UTC
Cover my nakedness
Forget any truths
Let me not have questions
Or freedom
Sacrifice me from thought
Implant me in false religion
Give me politics to argue
And stare at others in envy
Let us photograph French deities
And live in corporate stress
Please take away my family
And keep the twenty four hour drugstores
Rain down with chem trails
And I will believe area fifty one is not there's
Hide in fables
Suppress true knowledge
Let philosophy become an aborted word
And abort those who can't afford your tax
Hunt down free thinkers
How dare them
How dare them question
The cowards that sold the world
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
Spraying chem trails
Aluminum and Barium too
The globalists hate me and you!
Turn off the television
The flicker rate
Designed to keep you in a hypnotized state
Making you more susceptible
To buy products
From obnoxious ads
Tune in to real life Americans
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
Guess you gotta be wealthy to be healthy this world ain't healthy blue eyes tell lies genetic defect reptiles in disguises Chem trails in the sky explotin diamond African minds watch out for them suit and ties
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
It's that time of the year again
Our politicians put on a new persona
Nothing new compared to the previous gimmick
Decade old cliched stuff, on the repeat.
A costly road ahead with a hefty expense
Back-channels, bargains and deals , none can comprehend
Funding is secured, the plans are now been drawn
Delegation to the foot-soldiers, with ease and control
The demography and previous trends have all been accounted
War-rooms being set up, as the arsenal needs to be surmounted.
Minute by minute, hour by hour
The ***** games and abuse of power
Horse trading has begun,
The influential will re-run
Money, honey or even the hard ways
Just break the loyalty and build pathways
Media Cells activated on the double
Spitting venom and creating trouble
Plethora of photoshops and planted stories
Peddling narratives, worst than conspiracy theories.
Meanwhile on the ground, a different game being played
The pawns as usual disillusioned and dismayed
Onslaught begins - First phase division
Divide by nationality, status or religion
Hate-mongering and fear-mongering
No holds barred
Political-correctness and propaganda not that far apart
All kind of theatrics have been put to use
Needless to discount the petty rhetoric and all the abuse
Both left and right wing ideologies hand-crafted to look cool
To trap the gullible and make them drool
And nationalistic pride sprayed like chem-trails
Beyond jingoism, everything else fails
Morality and conscience have vanished into thin air
Utopian lands being promised, as if almost here.
The voter's are intelligent, they keep reiterating
It's just a bait though, to lure them for voting
But then again, what is the voter supposed to do?
Greater evil or lesser evil are the choices to make
Can it get any worst, is his obvious take
Confusion, delusion and a hasty decision made
Now crib, cry, swear and the same blame game
Cometh the next election, its the same game play
The vicious cycle repeats
Politicians are back to deceive and cheat.
Alright! Been there, done that
To err is human they say
Well! Guess what?
I'll willfully repeat that!
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
.
...
depression
( ny city street --)
The homeless veteran !
Nah ! He ain't gonna be no policeman !
)(
The subtle abuse
( The way anyone talks at all )
••
are THEY really trying to **** us with chem-trails !
//
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
••
Oh
For some human dignity
<>
Some idiots believe in god
Some idiots don't
But why do we care what idiots think (?)
////
Some hello poetry babes
Say they believe in love !
//
But
They're only the lonely !
( Roy Orbison )
)(
)(
Yeah
Human dignity !
///
The true communion
The marriage with the stars
..
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC