"lithium" poems
Thorium
Iodine
Sulfur
Iodine
Sulfur
Lithium
Iron
Don't waste it.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
"So what's it like slick,"
she asks,
"living your life in an asylum?"
And I sthay,
"I dunno Missusth."
But sthill I wonder
if the sthraightjackets fit tightly there,
why I might like little white pillsth,
electric-shock treatmentsth,
& sthcrewdriver-lobotomiesth.
So hey you Missusth,
I know
thisth ain't working out here any more
& yet I,
I continue to sthare at the ceiling,
watch the fan sthpinning,
listening to melancholy voicesth
whisthpering from
sthingle blades of grassth.
They ask me thingsth
about my crazinessth too,
as if I sthupposed to know
anything
here
on the insthide
looking out
with the door closthed.
That means sthut lady,
with an aposthrophe-s,
'sth.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
Aquarius ♒️
~~~~~~~
Aquarius the symbolism for the water carrier.
Quite an important member of our community
Under spells by an association of the heart
Aquarian crystals are Garnets and Amethyst
Rainbow moonstone, Labradorite, Magnetite
I would buy thee Lithium Quartz ,Moss agate.
Under your care placing Crysoprase n Cryolite
Some Rainforest Jasper for love of this lady.
~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip
December 18th 2018.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
My dear Mimi,
Hey baby, are you an electron cause I feel a covalent bond between us. Did you fall from heaven? Because you're the only ten I see. Wanna know my favorite color? Its you. Hey girl, how about me and you go to Tennessee because when you fell from heaven it hurt. Smooth. I'm a genius. All these pickup lines and I'm still on the floor. All these chargers and you're still not a lithium battery. Why the **** is this so cheesy and inaccurate? Maybe its because Everytime I'm near you I get nervous. I start to shake. I start to become anxious. I start to worry. I start becoming self conscious and insecure because I want to be perfect for you. I want you to want me all the way. I want you. I just want to look at you because I see the stars in your eyes. I want to hold you because I feel the burn of your beauty and wonder on my fingertips and up my arms through my shoulders and down to my appendix, because to end at the heart has been said before. I can't explain it. I guess I just...love youuuuu. kissy faceheartpussy
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
Let this be my legacy -
The only things worth remembering
Are worn out shoes and blistered feet
As we stand among the stars;
The silhouette of history
Made by your shoulder
Pressed against me
And the way we loved so carelessly
As we held hands in the dark -
Don't look down,
Pick your feet up off the ground,
Forget about the little things
And fade into the galaxy
Don't look back-
The memories we had
Of sleepless nights and playground swings
Will fade into our waking dreams,
We'll never return;
We're coming home.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Her blood is cyanide
She cannot seem to hide
She is light as helium
She's strong as aluminum
She is graphite carbon
As subdued as boron
Abundant as hydrogen
But toxic as nitrogen
She's precious as platinum
Her skin is thallium
In her lungs there is radon
She is as rare as xenon
Helpful as iodine
Whose life is astatine's
She is soft as lithium
Her eyes are beryllium
There is nothing I can do
Already the tumor grew
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
i will hold a gun to my throat myself,
yet somehow,
it is less violent
than the casual words of a god.
mad girls don't cry wolf;
they die. they disappear,
like cobwebs in a darkened corner.
in the shadows, watch me dangle
with a slip knot of fuchsias.
in the shadows,
watch me dig this body up,
until there is a layer of skin
and black lips and lithium quartz
and clichéd promises
you haven't touched.
after all, archaeology is
just an excuse
to look straight at my remains.
in the shadows,
let my skin cave in;
i will take everything down —
every misery, every deception,
every corruption, and every light.
i will ***** out the ******* sun
if it kills me,
leaves me cold as bygone walls.
yet somehow,
it is less violent
than to be loved by a god, until he doesn't.
to be loved by a god, but it isn't.
to be loved by a god: a euphemism, at best
to be loved by a god
is the curse.
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 2:04 AM UTC
~
*From the initial dawning
lithium sky met infernal waters
and it all went awry
the light of happiness
constituted halos
leaving intimate words
paperclipped, tongue-tied
and love bruises
upon inner thigh
the wellspring enveloped
char and holm
with faint kissed alkali
abating the stormy umbrage
as if a softly whispered lullaby
and suddenly along this watermark
only you, me
and the need to multiply*
~
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
Hydrogen, a gas
Fusing in the night sky stars
As we watch in awe.
Helium, such a
Noble gas, lightly lovely,
Filling our balloons.
Our first alkali
Lithium, lightest metal,
Stabilizing moods.
Beryllium, a
Metal that makes alloys which
Are strong and don't spark.
Do your laundry, friends,
And experience boron:
Borax detergent.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
Lithium, light they write,
Like it’s right, white delight
Striking bright, better tight:
Fine and dandy.
Glamourised in our eyes
The surprise as you rise
****** heroised,
Bitter candy.
Pump the *** dump the dot
******* it hot, spatter spot
Sing a lot, dream but not
Craving luncheon.
Skagging sweet sweaty meat
Blisters well under heat
Take a seat, come compete,
Beating truncheon.
Vie d’artiste, or at least
Rising yeast, bubbling beast
Trickling triste down your cheeks,
Ever daring.
Rising up, sup the cup,
Acid drop, fizzle pop,
Shoobie-doo-doobie-wop,
Death to caring.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
Us girlies in our
cots, our beds,
rise at the sound of the
morning gunshot.
half past 8, the blinds
bolted shut like
some sort of gilded
prison
put on these socks
now, o
rubbered and friction
you don't want
hepatitis
now.
the bell jangles, no
that must be the phone and
8 foxes of the den
stand in a
line.
phone home will
you, doktor calls with
your paper cup. run like
you're freed and
ceased.
lukewarm water, O
now is she on Lithium?
nine hundred. the
morning gunshot
fires into the
ceiling speakers,
ringing like the
salvation army.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
You told me so young that pills make you better, I'm thirty nine and still not better
From seizure medicines, to Zoloft, to sleeping pills, and downers my head is unwinding
I became an introvert, paranoid. That girl is smiling, want to go home where it
is quiet. Sent to a program to cope with interpersonal relationships
The only thing is the medicines make me gain weight
Sleep is the only thing that I do right
Check ups are always fun, are you taking your medicines? The right answer is always yes.
How are your moods? I have none Yes I'm taken my pills add this and increase this.
At home always nagged for forgetting my pills so I do as I'm told.
Have some Lithium it likes to eat the liver, have some Zoloft, Effexor and more.
Another day, Did you take your pills? Yes I did in fact I swallowed them all
I filled my cup, made a hysteria soup. Did you take your pills?
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
Solo, like Star Wars or women's soccer
I sit on a ***** chair with pure liquor
sealed from the rest of the world
Numb, like Linkin Park or lithium
they hold my wallet like it's a gun;
want to use it to gauge my meaning.
If you want a dollar, babe, then
you gotta work to separate
yourself from everything sane
or how else can you gain
the feelings you see on t.v.,
what E! says is reality--
because you're told that's
what matters, entirely.
Identity; conform to be something
marketable -- or, at the very least,
conventional. I want my insides
to be considered pretty, but
I'd have to hope someone
would give the effort to
cut me open and ignore the joy
that my bleeding out would bring.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
You told me so young that pills make you better, I'm thirty nine and still not better
From seizure medicines, to Zoloft, to sleeping pills, and downers my head is unwinding
I became an introvert, paranoid. That girl is smiling, want to go home where it
is quiet. Sent to a program to cope with interpersonal relationships
The only thing is the medicines make me gain weight
Sleep is the only thing that I do right
Check ups are always fun, are you taking your medicines? The right answer is always yes.
How are your moods? I have none Yes I'm taken my pills add this and increase this.
At home always nagged for forgetting my pills so I do as I'm told.
Have some Lithium it likes to eat the liver, have some Zoloft, Effexor and more.
Another day, Did you take your pills? Yes I did in fact I swallowed them all
I filled my cup, made a hysteria soup. Did you take your pills?
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
We drove bleached
Dumb and out of school
Heavily medicated
On high doses of lithium
And teenage spirit
Feeding and breeding
Our love buzz
On sticks of pennyroyal tea
We were negative creeps in bloom
Going to the muddy banks
Of the Wishkah River
You sat in the driver seat
Chewing on pen caps
Trying for an aneurysm
I sat in the passenger seat
Sifting through tourettes
And picking at paper cuts
That endless, nameless summer
We both reached for nirvana
To place in our heart shaped box
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC
you didn’t think
the lesions of my
soul
were ****
you just had
to see me
as i am
harsh precision
my soul as a prism
for me alone
embarrassing to say
you were the first
not to get hard
when i took my lithium
the right thing
at wrong time
how cliché
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
i will scream my regrets away from your direction.
my throat will bleed raw.
it will be the most beautiful sound to come from my mouth
the oxygen will sear my skin.
the carbon will callous my tears
until they are cold and dark. coal.
he will offer me gold, and i will throw it to the sea
i could not taint him, my chlorine kisses would do him no good
instead he will offer me chlorine, and i will cover my mouth in detest
i could not change him, my mercury madness would consume him whole
then he will offer me mercury, and i will bite my lip till crimson paints my chin
i could not stand for him, my lithium legs would break
mixed madness is mine.
a harlot of the elements; i am their slave
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 12:23 PM UTC
There is no dusk in this city
penetrated by the raging Potomac,
Night just crams itself in and
rapes the day dry -
lays her flat against the horizon.
Mothers and children run for covers
and put each other to sleep;
in a few hours
harlots and nighthawks will do the same.
Sweet Siren
You are this city
Petticoated and pretty,
Cunning and stunning
Winking and blinking
Red
Yellow
Green
eyes popping open like sunken headlights,
Ready for the night.
I hear your wailing
red-flashed and flaming
like an open heart,
piercing the black with it's plea.
I feel your pulse-pumping red corpuscles
thrusting me deep into
lusting for things forbidden and hidden
Somewhere inside this neon wonderland.
Sweet Siren,
Sing your teasing tunes for me
Deliver me from your shelters and streets,
Where infidels and angels
Fall at your feet.
Sweet Siren,
Deliver me to the
Trembling shelter of your sheets.
Liars and their lies
roam this concrete jungle
begging for love and razors
and other disposable items.
You go screaming passed them though,
determined to save at least one numb drunk ***
in some rain cleansed back alley of vices;
only to fool your own conscience
with the lithium laced smile of charity.
Sweet Siren
Quiet your angry shrill to a hush
The tarmac and taxis are tired of us
And your princes and saviors have fled this town.
Sweet Siren,
It's time for us to burn this city down
And leave the ashes
For the thieves and the clowns.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC
Parched –—
From these salted wounds
Hazy, smoke-filled rooms penetrating
The scabs on my wrists, the stitches
On my heart where I’ve placed it on my
Sleeve for you to wipe your tears upon
Don’t want to put myself to sleep
For these dreams take away realism by
Releasing the seams and all
I want to do is feel alive
And I guess I was born to swallow a
fist full of pills ‘til the smile on my face
drains the color in your eyes;
Because you called mania pretty
Where I could not see it
Can’t hold onto my fingers no longer without
Picking up layers of my skin where you
Have kissed impulsive touches, fainted cries
There is no breath in your strokes,
No reason for me to pull and push
Your every thrill if I’m going
To bury these walls I have
Yet to build
Be gone, my dry mouth
Forget me still
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
Pop a pill
Swallow it down
No more smiles
No more frowns
You can't feel
Through the fog
A drug induced haze
A medical cloud
A hollow version
Of who you used to be
Hallucinations
Become memories
But what price
Are we willing to pay
For society to label us
"Normal" one day?
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 6:58 AM UTC
If you stare out of a window
Across a bleak garden some September morning
If the neem tree in the garden reminds you of home
Vast, old, timeless
If you remember playing under a neem tree in Allahabad
And you can almost hear the laughter of children as they play
In the heat of a sultry afternoon in June
And because the window is small and barred and cannot open
Because you want to breathe freedom
Because you want to shower without them watching
Because you silently swallow your screams
Because your mind is starting to get fuzzy
Because your tongue is starting to slur
Because you have started drooling
Because your fingers shake when you write
Because the words Ritalin Prozac Depakote Lithium
Have started sounding like poetry
Because you feel your resistance slowly dying
Because you start to say the words they want to hear
Because you know the glazed look in the eyes of others
Is in your eyes too
Because this confluence of muscle and bone is wasting
Because you sleep for hours
Because you now smile at your doctors
Because you scream when the ECT paraphernalia is wheeled in
Because no one cares
Because once you’re labeled, you will be forever
Because asylums were once freak shows
Because asylum is not what it means
You go back to staring
Staring
Staring
Staring
Staring
Staring
Staring
Staring
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
One little pill is all it takes.
To lift you up and out of the numb.
Flys you high and makes you forget about the scars that cover you inside and out.
But only for a second.
One little pill is all it takes.
To drop you hard on your ***
Leave you scrambling for your next lithium fix.
Feeling even less alive than you were before.
For the rest of your life.
One little pill.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
Srinu, you demented little kid
To have you in my life i don't know what good things i did!
You can really take a bad song and make it better
We all know how crazy you are about Helter Skelter
You'd make a better actor than the guy who played Bane
I'm telling you, for the music industry, you're the next Kurt Cobain!
Man I'd love to see you perform 'House of the Holy'
I'm pretty sure you'll never leave the guitar, not even for the Cannoli
When you get hyper you remind us all of the Incredible Hulk
You're the happiest kid I've ever seen; you never sulk!
Your moods are unexpected and its types are various
Your crave for those "SUBSTANCES" is hilarious!
I know that Nirvana has made your Chemistry easier
You can now point out Lithium on the Periodic Table at your leisure
That face you make when you play the guitar is that of a Negative Creep
And when you blush you remind me of Meryl Streep
You lucky dog, you share your birthday will George Harrison!
If you were born during World War II, you'd provide awesome entertainment by playing guitar at the garrison
Over the Hills and Far Away is where you'll have your tryst
A Whole Lotta Love is definitely part of your Wishlist
You're way more electrifying than Angus Young
You set the stage on fire with your guitar skills and singing at the top of your lungs
Linkin Park is your childhood and In The End, it does matter
The Caste of Glass that you're building will never shatter
Your love for Jimi Hendrix is stronger than a dose of Purple Haze
Cuz your love for that musician is true and not just a phase
Santana invented the Spiritual ****** which makes us forget all our fears
Eric Clapton breaks me down into a River of Tears
There's something similar between you and Red Hot Chili Peppers
You're both unique - and i can't find anything else to rhyme so here's the closest - Def Leppard
Continue on your musical journey and people will be dying to give you a chance
One day, the music you create, will put us all in a Psychedelic Trance
I know that when you go
You'll either take the Stairway to Heaven or Highway to Hell
I heaven, you'll be Knockin' on their Door,
If Hell, you'll be ringin' Hell's Bells...
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
Roamer on lithium-ion note,
human discourse has evolved
into the latest trend.
We play lithium powered lip lag,
kissing through the media.
Tip-tap tag, a touch here and there,
I slowly chisel away at you soul
with the sharpest, finest pointed words.
Are you in, or are you in?
I keep it simple, stupid.
I play Shakespeare and you play
the audience. I condense
words to their baresense.
The script looks refined,
doubled checked, sublime.
We KISS through the media,
taking turns in a game of finger freeze-
tag. You're it. And I'm the audience.
r u n r r u n?
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC