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Anne Korte Oct 2014
A catalyst is a chemical that speeds up reactions.
At least that’s what I learned in chemistry class.
Catalysts sometimes are the major factors in a reactions and without them,
The reaction could never happen.
Catalyst can be lab chemicals,
alcohol,
drugs,
coffee even,
or a person.

While lounging around one afternoon you were talking physics
And I turned it on your head and spoke of chemistry,
Knowing full well that I was speaking of our personal chemistries.
You were right, the physics of a relationship gives us the laws,
But CHEMISTRY can predict the outcome.
If you do the math and follow the directions,
you can determine the product without even doing the experiment.

Unless the reaction you are creating has never been attempted before by the scientists preforming the experiment.

They can flip through the books,
Read the essays,
Study the theorems,
Even attempt the calculations,
But if they don’t do the actual experiment,
They will never find their outcome.

Some things need a push,
A catalyst,
For them to form a bond,
React,
And combine into a stable combination.
Hypotheses must be TESTED, ACCEPTED, and RATIFIED
Before becoming a law.

No matter how based in logic your hypothesis might be,
You need the universe and its fundamental laws to back it up.
There are still surprises left in the universe.
Maybe you and I can be one of them.
ZWS Feb 2014
Jesus Christ, why don't I understand?
We're just atoms in the eve of another light
Balancing our chemistries on a million strands
Will it all happen again, or will it end with night

Darling, Eve,
Heaven seems so beautiful now, but when you're dead, what's a life to you then?
Living on the premises that you'll be living forever, with out pain.
Balancing your chemistries on a spectrum of gray

We believe in answers
We're believers
We're in love with creators
We like to believe
We got that faith

And when I try to reach for the sky,
My roots remind me,
That heaven's just too high
Your minds gotta be a concept of it's own
We're self-grown

We believe in answers
We're believers
We're in love with creators
We like to believe
We got that faith

So cloud your head in the sky,
But keep your ground
Cause in the end will the world finally bend
And what used to be round, just might suspend
Swetank Modi Jul 2014
I fall in love  with dynamics.
I am intrigued by chemistries.
But people, in their own right,
Have never stolen the breath from me.

The interaction between one person and another
Can entertain me for days, weeks, months
To see how their dynamic works, how it functions
In every and every situation, at least once.

Dynamic is not something everyone has
Chemistry is not ensured from birth or at all
Thus when I see it, positive or negative,
It grips me, holds me, keeps me under its thrall.

I do not fall in love with people.
It is a fact I've come to accept.
People have never inspired adoration, no,
I fall in love with dynamics.
Q Jul 2014
I fall in love  with dynamics.
I am intrigued by chemistries.
But people, in their own right,
Have never stolen the breath from me.

The interaction between one person and another
Can entertain me for days, weeks, months
To see how their dynamic works, how it functions
In any and every situation, at least once.

Dynamic is not something everyone has
Chemistry is not ensured from birth or at all
Thus when I see it, positive or negative,
It grips me, holds me, keeps me under its thrall.

I do not fall in love with people.
It is a fact I've come to accept.
People have never inspired adoration, no,
I fall in love with dynamics.
Ayodeji M Apr 2017
Deep breaths as I stand by the sea
Each step colder as I draw closer
Debating on what direction to take
Trying to ignore my feelings
As my head and I argue on the choice to make
My head reminds me of love and warmth
And the dream of a home built on mutual admiration
It then reminds of how every kiss and hug sparks butterflies and chemistries
But then I present my case
Telling my head that things are not what they appear to be
Calling my feelings as a witness
Testifying that sadness comes after every expression of desire
Loneliness comes after every proclamation of love
And yet a sight draws me closer
And I become addicted to the drug that is her
I plead for daily doses
Scratching my head as a result of the low supply
Dragging each dose like my life depended on it
And dying inside due to the toxic nature of it
I wake up in different mind cities
Hallucinating a perfect world
Avoiding the reality at all cause
But it’s just my mind that has been corrupted
Blocking my vision of truth
And so I plead with my head to see reason with my feelings
Begging for a chance for therapy
To loosen myself from the bounds of this toxicity
Cause with just a few steps closer towards the sea
There will be nothing left of me
For people see.
ZWS Jun 2014
What's going on with me
What's this body
What's this head
Old personality's dead
Got stuck up in being you
And now were through
What's going on with you
What is this anyways

There's reflections of coffins
In your eyes
The medallion you wear reminds me
of the wolf in your heart
Grizzly with passion
Will push anything aside
That beautiful anger you've bred

I breathe you in
But you're an airborne pathogen
I take you in under my skin
It's the only way I could let you in
You may be no good for me
But that's something I don't talk about
It belongs to a list of things I don't want to see

You're an Idol to me
You make me bend at the knees
The most beautiful of chemistries
Honeydrops Aug 2016
" am I dreaming?"
Or is this really my heart beating?
Does it really feel real?
Can this truly be it?

Does the world really stand still
When I feel his lips on mine?
Does my heart really gives this melody
I wanna dance to all day?

Do our heart truly beat as one?
Are we truly becoming telepathically in love?
Is this love a dream?
Am I really In this realm?
Does my world truly seem this perfect
Or is this just one of those "merry go rounding love"
That leaves me feeling hatchet?

Did he just add rhymes to this beat?
Or did I just get my first whip?
Is this my happily ever after?
Cos it feels like a Cinderella ending...

Have I just met the man of my dreams?
Or did I just dream it?

Are those moments shared real?
Can nature replay em back one time and one?

Did I just hear myself giggle?
Did I just hear myself laugh real?
Did I just feel this loved?
Has he really brought out the child in me?

Is this really my heart calling out for his?
Or is this just another  adopted chemistries
Waiting to perish
In the trial of times?

Is this love real?
Or did I just dream it?
Shyne
Jonny Angel Feb 2014
Your beautuful words
seep deep into my mind,
they touch my raw nerves
at the core level,
where my electrons spin circles
around my nuclei.

I can't keep my mind off of you.
I imagine us in all situations,
bouncing our atoms
off of each other,
mixing our chemistries,
solving sensual-mysteries
with the collision of our hearts.
Ajibade Da Silva Dec 2016
He wants it more
She wants it less
We wrestle to find balance in our existence
She expresses she cares
He didn't care to care, he could have cared less
We find our chemistries to be attracted
So naturally hypotheses on possibilities & circumstances
No doubt their is gravity
Tension exists
This experience requires work
Work worthwhile
What's work to a laborer
This is a work that requires tending to
Requiring time, submission, and patience
A labor of love, let love guide your direction
We revel in the correlation in our corollary
The confluence of Love n Matter

She sees in his eyes depths
He sees in her eyes possibility
He(Depths) is the verse, She(Eyes) is the rhyme
"A conversation in progress are they...?"

Love incomplete
the ebbs n flows of meeting special,  the Yin(Woman/love) & Yang(Man/logic) of matters of the heart per se
Holly O'Brien Nov 2014
I have this really bad attitude
And by attitude I mean I will be whoever you want me to be
To get you to notice me because I really
really
Love you- I mean like you- I mean I barely even know you.. honestly--
But I imagine all of these surreal nights of dark greens and blues and kicking off our shoes and crawling into bed and folding into each other, layer after layer,
I concoct all of these silly soliloquies of how I adore you, and all of the ways I will show I care like taking on the world together and playing with your hair
And it makes no sense because I have only known that you exist for maybe 2 months But it's a nice break for my mind to create a shrine of you and replay moments over
and over

Instead of constantly poking and prodding at all of my own little discrepancies
and flaws in my brain chemistries
and thoughts of jumping off third floor balconies

Please
Don't take me seriously
Because I know that I don't know how all of this is supposed to be
I watched my father chase after women who only made him feel inadequate
And I watched my mother only crave men who buy her fancy dinners then scream at her until she did what they told her to

They're both dependent on other people to make them feel like life is worth living
I might be dependent
I won't allow myself close enough to anyone to find out
So I guess it's a good thing that i definitely don't love you, I don't like you, honestly, I barely even know you
Third I woke after Grams and Mama,
Now I'm third eye woke.
She said, "Third times the charm..."
"We're all made from the metaphysical."
Told me to use that to see the difference between mystical and biblical.
To mix physics with the physical- and that our chemistries make us miscible.
Not to forget that second sight is the clearest for observing individuals.
Crystals, sage, and incense. Prayer and meditation intense.
Just like her. That's the nightly ritual.
Now thinking back to when I used to ask and she'd leave it left at,
"Honey, redefine atypical,"
Or "Baby real magic doesn't grant you flight but you were born lifted"
Straddling both sides of the veil, and how discernment is a gift, "it
will always protect you, but in turn you must protect them-
Use your heaven given divine light to connect to and affect them.
"This is who we are, guardians of the heart, of the soul, of the people of the universe...
We must be lions, hunting wolves, shepherding the sheep until,
Mother and Father call from home to collect them..."
Evan Stephens Mar 2021
I'm inclined
on green couch -
I work towards
my best face,
my wrist angle
marries the *****-light
to the pane-shadow.
You, so darkly pretty,
totally oblivious
to the agonies
of little cameras.
We talk too few minutes,
say goodbye too soon,
fumble with the chemistries
that still crackle between us,
despite your wall and wine.
Little cameras reveal me
the wrong way, but
they bring you to me
across the thousands.
I'm redeemed
when my heart
pushes for you,
sweet glass.
Mark Wanless Nov 2017
"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXV "


what forms adhere the moldy thoughts that are
the i called me? what hopeful edge glints peace
photons? what cornered shadows dank release
sable chemistries? what process is our
consciousness and what is that we all see
inbrain underneath the greater building
a god function beyond the scaffolding
life structured again and again to ease
fall after fall while climbing the stars in
mind-space-time continuum? ignorance
is not bliss yet here we scratch the surface
of infinity with feathers and grin!
truth is color taste and touch no other
can give us such       its for each to gather
Distances prevail,
The spaces between us remain.
I take one more step,
One step closer to a free fall.

Solid grounds we miss
Greener fields we seek
On the other side of the abyss;
Bridges are yet to be invented.

There are more mysteries
Than chemistries,
More sand than mortar;
The life ahead is always bigger
Even if all life should perish today.

All it takes is a leap.
Devon Brock Oct 2019
I was always adept at disappearance.
Just silt and gutterwash slipping off the ridge.
Brown water and runoff, thick chemistries
down to the trout streams, crisp, unmuddied.

Perhaps, though eroded by my passage,
shaped, however briefly by this greedy torrent,
heedless of the lumbers and rounding stone,
I hope for a simple clear to surface.

I am stilled by the rippling eyes of you,
these faces above a drowning.

These each and varied grains of you,
these flakes of skin and hair of you
remain, held close in this current,
oft rabid, oft flat and running,
knowing only one nature -
to keep on - to keep on -
to keep on to the tides.

— The End —