"electrochemical" poems

You called me your moon, Knowing I didn't sleep very much, Like I watched over you at night, Like I kept the shadows at bay, Like I could see you more than a handful of times a year, I, I think of you often. You're an entire galaxy, But the sky's the limit... I could never get enough of you, And you could barely comprehend my existence, You see me, looking at you And you smile, But you don't see me, I thought you did, I thought a lot, think a lot, Maybe I'm getting mixed signals, Electrochemical signals, Neurons transmitting to neurons, Misperception or mere deception? You're so much more than I could ever hope to have and, I... Shudder, You called me your moon, Knowing I didn't sleep very much, Except now you're one of the reasons why, You're coffee, Just more addictive, More attractive, And it's easier to sleep with caffeine in my veins than you in my mind. You're a drug disguised as a sugar cube, The craving came as a shock, And hangs over like a storm cloud. You like roses, I didn't know you liked the thorns too, I never even considered that you'd find your way through the briar, That you'd find your way into my head. You called me your moon, Knowing I don't sleep very much. But the moon is a beautiful thing.

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC

samuel-alexander

Lonely Moon

You called me your moon, Knowing I didn't sleep very much, Like I watched over you at night, Like I kept the shadows at bay, Like I could see you more than a handful of times a year, I, I think of you often. You're an entire galaxy, But the sky's the limit... I could never get enough of you, And you could barely comprehend my existence, You see me, looking at you And you smile, But you don't see me, I thought you did, I thought a lot, think a lot, Maybe I'm getting mixed signals, Electrochemical signals, Neurons transmitting to neurons, Misperception or mere deception? You're so much more than I could ever hope to have and, I... Shudder, You called me your moon, Knowing I didn't sleep very much, Except now you're one of the reasons why, You're coffee, Just more addictive, More attractive, And it's easier to sleep with caffeine in my veins than you in my mind. You're a drug disguised as a sugar cube, The craving came as a shock, And hangs over like a storm cloud. You like roses, I didn't know you liked the thorns too, I never even considered that you'd find your way through the briar, That you'd find your way into my head. You called me your moon, Knowing I don't sleep very much. But the moon is a beautiful thing.

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From the dark black clouds lightning strikes rusty old iron pike pointing the sky atop a haunted mansion Charge flows into the earth getting dispersed, neutralized sky and clouds rumble in joy, their claps thunder across the valley window panes resonate with laughter I stand in the haunted house like an apparition a Ghost at the window Clouds appear to me as parade of tiny dust people, Mexican wave of charges travelling down vibrating hot plasma to my blind eyes enhancing the beauty of a streak of white on dark black canvas In turn enhancing charging electrochemical excitation at synapse releasing a wave of calcium ions as billions of cells and charges work in harmony to create a single conscious me A vision of future not so bleak dawns before my blind eyes as billions of living conscious living organisms blend in harmony as all the charges resonate upholding inherent diversity we empathize into a single entity earth Clearing the puzzle of evolution from interacting particles and charges to a cell with auxiliary units to multicellular organisms to a single Conscious beings to a single Conscious PLANET

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Jan 16, 2014

Jan 16, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC

idonotexist

Charges

From the dark black clouds lightning strikes rusty old iron pike pointing the sky atop a haunted mansion Charge flows into the earth getting dispersed, neutralized sky and clouds rumble in joy, their claps thunder across the valley window panes resonate with laughter I stand in the haunted house like an apparition a Ghost at the window Clouds appear to me as parade of tiny dust people, Mexican wave of charges travelling down vibrating hot plasma to my blind eyes enhancing the beauty of a streak of white on dark black canvas In turn enhancing charging electrochemical excitation at synapse releasing a wave of calcium ions as billions of cells and charges work in harmony to create a single conscious me A vision of future not so bleak dawns before my blind eyes as billions of living conscious living organisms blend in harmony as all the charges resonate upholding inherent diversity we empathize into a single entity earth Clearing the puzzle of evolution from interacting particles and charges to a cell with auxiliary units to multicellular organisms to a single Conscious beings to a single Conscious PLANET

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Shut, open once more Mortal eyes to welcome the light: The modest ushering in of photons who tiptoe towards the photoreceptors dancing, gingerly between their fingertips whispering their electrochemical messages— tens of millions of data-bits— bundled and strung up in between synapses Sent to a distant place in the back of my head Segregated, sorted rearranged until the details emerge.

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Mar 7, 2023

Mar 7, 2023 at 10:08 AM UTC

Iz

Neuroscientist writes Poetry

Shut, open once more Mortal eyes to welcome the light: The modest ushering in of photons who tiptoe towards the photoreceptors dancing, gingerly between their fingertips whispering their electrochemical messages— tens of millions of data-bits— bundled and strung up in between synapses Sent to a distant place in the back of my head Segregated, sorted rearranged until the details emerge.

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Writing... Bitter Expression, Meaningless electrochemical reactions converted into binary strings, Interpreted as words... A cold rag polishing them, Stripping meaning... Poems are nothing more than an interpretation of how we feel, Stories are just an excuse to ignore the world, Yet we choose to ignore the world, To interpret, Quiet Malaise brought on by interpretation is better than true sickness, Tossing and turning in our sleep, Instead of burning in the hell we live in, Why exist when you can write?

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Dec 5, 2011

Dec 5, 2011 at 12:51 PM UTC

john-hulse

Writing

Writing... Bitter Expression, Meaningless electrochemical reactions converted into binary strings, Interpreted as words... A cold rag polishing them, Stripping meaning... Poems are nothing more than an interpretation of how we feel, Stories are just an excuse to ignore the world, Yet we choose to ignore the world, To interpret, Quiet Malaise brought on by interpretation is better than true sickness, Tossing and turning in our sleep, Instead of burning in the hell we live in, Why exist when you can write?

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Come. Whisper in my ear, Nuances of quantum Conjugations, Of antimatter ******* I will reply with Electrochemical kisses On the shallow of your Soul.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC

pete-badertscher

Quantum Conjugations

Come. Whisper in my ear, Nuances of quantum Conjugations, Of antimatter ******* I will reply with Electrochemical kisses On the shallow of your Soul.

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mm...! you generate an action potential in me seriously, you got me doin' some crazy ion exchanges through my axon you got me spewwin' neurotransmitters into the space of our synaptic gap pew pew! we don't have to touch to be ELECTRIFIED oh myyy my dendrites are standin on enddd! oh myyy oh myy my myelin sheath is very well developed ;) this electrochemical transfer is snappin' like whiplash FIRE IN THE BRAIN!!!

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC

gigi-tiji

nervous

mm...! you generate an action potential in me seriously, you got me doin' some crazy ion exchanges through my axon you got me spewwin' neurotransmitters into the space of our synaptic gap pew pew! we don't have to touch to be ELECTRIFIED oh myyy my dendrites are standin on enddd! oh myyy oh myy my myelin sheath is very well developed ;) this electrochemical transfer is snappin' like whiplash FIRE IN THE BRAIN!!!

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You look at me, that is all it takes, and temptation tumbles towards me Electrochemical codes stretch themselves thin taught and winding cooing and fluttering in axonal cornices Echoes rush through neuronal chambers, charged and pulsating. My mind in harmony and fully drawn to you synchronized by the network. The messages reach my cortex, aesthetic appraisal follows I know not the meticulous, miraculous mechanics of such a wonderful process but You beauty is magnified now. Touch receptors tell my whole body to tingle Sensory splendor is so scary. The cascades have commissioned the deeper circuitry: Those ancient blueprints of visceral demands from which wicked temptations of man are born, the veteran fossil of primordial impulse, a buried luxury, a relic: My reward system permeated by your kiss. I am dangerously, fearfully humble to the power of pleasure It is awake in the under-structure of neurobiologically institutionalized euphoria, ablaze in the basic backbone of bliss It is stirring in it’s ancient wires. I can say I am somewhat privy to the elusive nature of experience. being a human being alone grants me this being a scientist of the brain only dilates my sense of love’s incomprehensibility. And so I sink into your touch, your presence unresisting.

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Mar 8, 2023

Mar 8, 2023 at 4:33 AM UTC

Iz

Neuroscientist writes Poetry II

You look at me, that is all it takes, and temptation tumbles towards me Electrochemical codes stretch themselves thin taught and winding cooing and fluttering in axonal cornices Echoes rush through neuronal chambers, charged and pulsating. My mind in harmony and fully drawn to you synchronized by the network. The messages reach my cortex, aesthetic appraisal follows I know not the meticulous, miraculous mechanics of such a wonderful process but You beauty is magnified now. Touch receptors tell my whole body to tingle Sensory splendor is so scary. The cascades have commissioned the deeper circuitry: Those ancient blueprints of visceral demands from which wicked temptations of man are born, the veteran fossil of primordial impulse, a buried luxury, a relic: My reward system permeated by your kiss. I am dangerously, fearfully humble to the power of pleasure It is awake in the under-structure of neurobiologically institutionalized euphoria, ablaze in the basic backbone of bliss It is stirring in it’s ancient wires. I can say I am somewhat privy to the elusive nature of experience. being a human being alone grants me this being a scientist of the brain only dilates my sense of love’s incomprehensibility. And so I sink into your touch, your presence unresisting.

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I call to you, with stars in my eyes, and a hope that takes over my timbre. Giving voice to the void that separates internal from external, through the minuscule aperture, like a photograph with no light behind but only foregrounded you. No leaves or trees or paths or edits to the memory - natural and glorious and vivid and you. You alone. I call to you alone when you are all - marks of tread through my heart and love, a whole lot. All I need, and no less despite the behavioural incongruence (hushed and veiled). So much says otherwise, but does not so much say as such? I call to you, drowning beneath the surface of a puddle; no, a pool; now a lake, impossible to fracture the top frosted over, beating my hands endlessly against. The water blue flows crimson. My heart beats, until it stops. And in the quiet, she breathes. I breathe too, and my heart restarts, her exhales electrochemical, jolting me to wakefulness and bringing my heart to life once more. It's the nothings, the calm, just the way she is that gives you the breathless love. Let her in. Gosh - just let her in. Let her love you because she does. Oh, slow your heart or she will know. Slow, or the dream will end. Let her love you without loving you the same. Let it be, ok? Let it be ok. Let it be. There is love and it is bright, vibrant, and it will shine through any darkness. She is everything in herself - let her evolve. That is life; that is love... That is love.

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Jan 29, 2018

Jan 29, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC

kempa_99

The Flowing Falls

I call to you, with stars in my eyes, and a hope that takes over my timbre. Giving voice to the void that separates internal from external, through the minuscule aperture, like a photograph with no light behind but only foregrounded you. No leaves or trees or paths or edits to the memory - natural and glorious and vivid and you. You alone. I call to you alone when you are all - marks of tread through my heart and love, a whole lot. All I need, and no less despite the behavioural incongruence (hushed and veiled). So much says otherwise, but does not so much say as such? I call to you, drowning beneath the surface of a puddle; no, a pool; now a lake, impossible to fracture the top frosted over, beating my hands endlessly against. The water blue flows crimson. My heart beats, until it stops. And in the quiet, she breathes. I breathe too, and my heart restarts, her exhales electrochemical, jolting me to wakefulness and bringing my heart to life once more. It's the nothings, the calm, just the way she is that gives you the breathless love. Let her in. Gosh - just let her in. Let her love you because she does. Oh, slow your heart or she will know. Slow, or the dream will end. Let her love you without loving you the same. Let it be, ok? Let it be ok. Let it be. There is love and it is bright, vibrant, and it will shine through any darkness. She is everything in herself - let her evolve. That is life; that is love... That is love.

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