"endothermic" poems
When spring time comes...
couples naturally come
together,
lowering
the stress of
finding someone
to go to the dance with
An exothermic reaction
Releasing energy
into the environment
By forming
bonds
But,
with the help of
events such as
jealous ex's
bad grades
losing teams
The couples are
forced
to break
An endothermic reaction
Energy is added
to
break bonds
...
And
hearts
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
I am attracted to you
Like an electron to a proton
Together we form an ionic bond
Though we are opposite charged ions
I am drawn towards you
Our love is unique as an orbital
For only two electrons can fill this space
As my love for you increases
My energy level rises
I am in this excited state
Increasing the tendency to form a chemical bond
I was an element
It took you to make me a compound substance
Falling in love with you is a chemical reaction
Which cause my love for you to grow
Ours is an exothermic love
Each for giving off love not just absorbing it
Sometimes you do something especially nice
Which speeds up the chemical process
Like a catalyst in my increasing love for you
I realise we have our inhibition periods
And sometimes I am selfish enough
To be an endothermic reaction
Only absorbing your love
The feeling I have for you is so intense
It cannot be measured in kilojoules
Often I have to make a qualitative elementary analysis
To understand and love you more
But I don't expect to know your empirical formula
You are too complex a person for that
When you are gone
I am a noble gas
An inert substance
When I am without you
The world seems still
And I am at equilibrium
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
I wipe the sweat from my brow
let my thoughts take over me
honest as one can be
in a pit of golden serpents
This cold reptilian world
claims what they had lost
we mammals scurry and dig deep
a chance of Earth we can keep
To the great whales
to the tiny shrews
our warm blood
our endothermic ways
Warm within our hearts
guardians of our sweet Earth
here humankind
gave glorious birth
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 6:19 AM UTC
What are these words i pen?
This ink that flows soft
and quickening?
Are they bound to the page,
as i am?
i am a metaphor for nothing,
encompassing everything:
i wring out my
tattered pineal gland
on the daily here,
photons approaching singularity,
crossing over,
destruction, creation, absolution.
Equation.
Scattered, collected,
i am scribbling.
Scrabbled.
Fractalized.
Shivering as i gain coherence,
endothermic inside,
socially exothermic.
Runed.
Indecipherably explained.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
If a burning, exothermic-reactant ball of gas can emit light that travels at 3×10^8 m•s^-1,
Why can't you emit the hope that you experience endothermically even when your ∆H is a negative?
Why do you have to be so selfish as to favour an endothermic reaction instead of being exothermic and being like the sun - shedding your hope onto others?
Since we have chemistry, can we not meet at chemical equilibrium?
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC
cannot trust a thought.
i know not if i am action, reaction, overreaction.
i reside somewhere between emotion and environment
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
Lured by the hypnosis,
Of her exothermic beauty,
He loved close to her chest,
Wedded her to love his best.
She liked him liking her,
And locked him in her heart,
Looked at him for soul-mate,
And purge out from stalemate.
Later, his love lubricated most in lust,
His lust precipitated least in love,
Lasting lust overtook love at first sight,
Endothermic, she endured her plight.
Dreamed, dipped and delved deep,
To the crest in the crucible of lust,
He melted his life soon in its spring,
And left a frozen load of off-spring.
Looped in the friction of ***** life,
She craved to be out of cage of strife,
And live with her loving children,
To explore and enjoy true love of life.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature;
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.
-Data
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
Lured by the hypnosis,
Of her exothermic beauty,
He loved close to her chest,
Wedded her to love his best.
She liked him liking her,
And locked him in her heart,
Looked at him for soul-mate,
And purge out from stalemate.
Later, his love lubricated most in lust,
His lust precipitated least in love,
Lasting lust overtook love at first sight,
Endothermic, she endured her plight.
Dreamed, dipped and delved deep,
To the crest in the crucible of lust,
He melted his life soon in its spring,
And left a frozen load of off-spring.
Looped in the friction of ***** life,
She craved to be out of cage of strife,
And live with her loving children,
To explore and enjoy true love of life.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
Current as of late
Eulogized confederacy
Expunge and exude, you're halfway there.
The halfway dream, the imagination stampede.
Chamomile stasis, dot the I's
Date the wine bottles
Fir Green: come like you are now.
Get in bed with the frienemy
The curtain show invokes hubris
Endothermic and cunning.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
Lured by the hypnosis,
Of her exothermic beauty,
He loved close to her chest,
Wedded her to love his best.
She liked him liking her,
And locked him in her heart,
Looked at him for soul-mate,
And purge out from stalemate.
Later, his love lubricated most in lust,
His lust precipitated least in love,
Lasting lust overtook love at first sight,
Endothermic, she endured her plight.
Dreamed, dipped and delved deep,
To the crest in the crucible of lust,
He melted his life soon in its spring,
And left a frozen load of off-spring.
Looped in the friction of ***** life,
She craved to be out of cage of strife,
And live with her loving children,
To explore and enjoy true love of life.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
Ignorance breeds in the homes of those unwilling to educate themself
With my pen i will bleed ink from the sky as a purging rain upon society.
With each Stroke of my pen I display a chasm upon the meaty flesh of society.
I will stab my pen into society
As an endothermic needle
Under the yellowed skin of the addict
Except I will inject a cure
I will tear society from its roots and watch it burn around me
I will photograph the perfect screams of
Racism Prejudice and Hate for my kids to see
Then I will bestow a seed into the ground in which a new world may grow.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
i've been endothermic and marginal. stung by cryptic bees
with wheezing stings that haunt the glacier of the private mind.
i have hijacked my quota of dismal and pawned the scope of my grasp for a bird in the hand, in a coma.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
A missive from my old mate Hareballs....giving us a laugh at ourselves and this crazy world.
Cheers M.
The following is an actual question given on a University of Arizona chemistry midterm, and an actual answer turned in by a student.
The answer by one student was so 'profound' that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well:
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving, which is unlikely. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today.
Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it?
If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year, 'It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,' and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct........leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting, 'Oh, my God.’….Oh, my God
THIS STUDENT RECEIVED AN A+.
Oct 8, 2023
Oct 8, 2023 at 8:48 PM UTC