"radium" poems
"Calcium Phosphorus Oxygen Iodine Sodium Sulfur Tantalum Dysprosium. Oxygen Radium, Protactinium Radium Manganese Nickel Sodium Potassium Oxygen."
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
Tes yeux sont si profonds qu'en me penchant pour boire
J'ai vu tous les soleils y venir se mirer
S'y jeter à mourir tous les désespérés
Tes yeux sont si profonds que j'y perds la mémoire
À l'ombre des oiseaux c'est l'océan troublé
Puis le beau temps soudain se lève et tes yeux changent
L'été taille la nue au tablier des anges
Le ciel n'est jamais bleu comme il l'est sur les blés
Les vents chassent en vain les chagrins de l'azur
Tes yeux plus clairs que lui lorsqu'une larme y luit
Tes yeux rendent jaloux le ciel d'après la pluie
Le verre n'est jamais si bleu qu'à sa brisure
Mère des Sept douleurs ô lumière mouillée
Sept glaives ont percé le prisme des couleurs
Le jour est plus poignant qui point entre les pleurs
L'iris troué de noir plus bleu d'être endeuillé
Tes yeux dans le malheur ouvrent la double brèche
Par où se reproduit le miracle des Rois
Lorsque le coeur battant ils virent tous les trois
Le manteau de Marie accroché dans la crèche
Une bouche suffit au mois de Mai des mots
Pour toutes les chansons et pour tous les hélas
Trop peu d'un firmament pour des millions d'astres
Il leur fallait tes yeux et leurs secrets gémeaux
L'enfant accaparé par les belles images
Écarquille les siens moins démesurément
Quand tu fais les grands yeux je ne sais si tu mens
On dirait que l'averse ouvre des fleurs sauvages
Cachent-ils des éclairs dans cette lavande où
Des insectes défont leurs amours violentes
Je suis pris au filet des étoiles filantes
Comme un marin qui meurt en mer en plein mois d'août
J'ai retiré ce radium de la pechblende
Et j'ai brûlé mes doigts à ce feu défendu
Ô paradis cent fois retrouvé reperdu
Tes yeux sont mon Pérou ma Golconde mes Indes
Il advint qu'un beau soir l'univers se brisa
Sur des récifs que les naufrageurs enflammèrent
Moi je voyais briller au-dessus de la mer
Les yeux d'Elsa les yeux d'Elsa les yeux d'Elsa.
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I have been told that a love left untouched will never disappear; that because the corrosive oils from our fingertips have not dissolved its coloring, it will, theoretically, endure perpetually. This love, left in its shrink-wrap casing, looming over the heads of the meek and the caustic feels like a scarlet letter hidden behind the robe, a feeling so foul none are to know but, Oh, what if it begins to fester, there in the moist dark?
This worry had been sitting in my stomach, churning with the bile and swallowed blood, coming up acid in my throat; I could feel it radiating out. Thought: it must be nuclear, must be radioactive and glowing, eating through me one layer at a time, but love –this uranium longing– has a half-life.
When first the reaction began it boiled and popped like lye on skin, singed off my eyelids so I could not help but see it there. I found myself woozy from the fumes, a high I had never experienced before so I inhaled, let it torch my lungs and leave me gagging. My hair began to fall out. I was soggy from the chemotherapy, tried pumping this bitterness into my bloodstream to remove the evil that already existed there, unaware that they were the same entity. It could not survive on a diet of itself and obsession, and so it began waning.
An exponential decay, the intensity of this passion varying directly with the frequency of contact and inversely with time, yet it will never be gone, entirely. It will decrease incrementally every time I say good bye, every time I see scarred knuckles, every time I want and he does not. I have counted the days since the day I counted on him and he was accountable and the number is growing larger and getting more difficult to remember. I have scribbled it onto scraps of paper and it has only browned the edges, no longer burns all the way through, and this love –this radium affair– has been losing its toxicity.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
I'm just getting in the bath,
Someone else wrote the letter,
I don't want to make a. Mess.
Draw me the water
I point at the tap
Burden no family
Hold my head under icecaps.
Merkel Cells, diluted sensation,
The end of fingertips cant feel your
Flesh.
Shriveling in the cold,
Shivering to stop freezing,
But I cant. What am I doing?
Can I want this now, errectores pilorum erected.
Have I set motion to,
Cogs in a watch I cant adjust.
my lungs mark absolute zero
this is me sitting in chemistry class
english
10th grade
asking sam to suffocate with me
every alvioli is pinned by ****** as thick as knitting needles
my chest is permafrost
my sternum, antarctica
the ribs hollow out
capillary beds lose all the haem
out of their erythrocytes
I'm losing St. Elmo's Fire.
The baths still panting out,
Water roars, gushing spout.
Proud the current sweeps me through,
The porcelain lining this white hell bathroom.
It's bone cannot hide from my blood,
As if I'm isotope 226 of Radium.
Heat seeking marrow.
My serum is Hodgkins Lymphoma,
Tearing through sheeting tile,
Like a young cancer child,
Afflicted,
Leukemia,
No chance,
No good blood left,
To let.
Soon, it will all be gone, and the rivers that
freeze in my arms, and the ribs that are icicles
form, and the atrial canal is not like Venice,
it is the Rhine in winter, the Volga during
the solstice.
Spring will never come again.
Spring slipped its head into the bath water, like my own.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
majestic adjectives
of contrary harmonies,
adverbs in adversity
that modify our satisfactions,
gut punch our eyes,
scramble the taste buds,
now inoperable,
incapacitated to distinguish
what is disturbed -
what is sweet -
what is impossible.
my days ending is
nearer to my god than thee,
the crumblings of
what I’ve got left
stale panko crumbs,
here come they in
1000 radium-tipped
projectiles of
serious humorous
self-destruction,
gifted to you!
my few
itinerant followers
peddlers brave enough
to offer shelter,
to follow me
into the deeps of
radioactive incomprehension,
of no particular disorders
a thousand times
bless you
richly, eachly,
name announced, pronounced,
we are all proper nouns.*
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 5:29 PM UTC
There was a saviour
Rarer than radium,
Commoner than water, crueller than truth;
Children kept from the sun
Assembled at his tongue
To hear the golden note turn in a groove,
Prisoners of wishes locked their eyes
In the jails and studies of his keyless smiles.
The voice of children says
From a lost wilderness
There was calm to be done in his safe unrest,
When hindering man hurt
Man, animal, or bird
We hid our fears in that murdering breath,
Silence, silence to do, when earth grew loud,
In lairs and asylums of the tremendous shout.
There was glory to hear
In the churches of his tears,
Under his downy arm you sighed as he struck,
O you who could not cry
On to the ground when a man died
Put a tear for joy in the unearthly flood
And laid your cheek against a cloud-formed shell:
Now in the dark there is only yourself and myself.
Two proud, blacked brothers cry,
Winter-locked side by side,
To this inhospitable hollow year,
O we who could not stir
One lean sigh when we heard
Greed on man beating near and fire neighbour
But wailed and nested in the sky-blue wall
Now break a giant tear for the little known fall,
For the drooping of homes
That did not nurse our bones,
Brave deaths of only ones but never found,
Now see, alone in us,
Our own true strangers' dust
Ride through the doors of our unentered house.
Exiled in us we arouse the soft,
Unclenched, armless, silk and rough love that breaks all rocks.
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i have learned to breathe under holy water -
grew gills so strong they are
lined with celestial gold.
the ocean is a puddle to me now.
and i ***** pearls of pain,
lick them clean with my acetylene
tongue.
my acids will heal what the world cannot.
pills and love potions
can't take away
my virginity.
i am clean, so clean.
the devil watches me and
cringes at my radioactive light.
for i am dead and alive all at once.
poison, poison.
the radium drips from my lips like
babyspit and i am too pure
for god himself
so i offer my golden blood
to a higher power
that would take the pureness of it all
and make it an ounce
of what i could have been
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
We declared ourselves as unofficially official and left it at that. No need for labels, just chemistry. So if I’m Radium, you’re Francium. Rare. Radioactive. Heavy. Unstable. You once told me that being with you meant being in danger, but little do you know that I’ll do anything to feel more alive. Because, Radium, in its glowing magnificence, devours life. I destroy everything I touch. Not at first, not with a bang. But when you’ll least expect it, when you think everything’s okay. So don’t ever tell me you’re too dangerous when I’ve kissed the life away from strangers lips. You’re just a troubled soul looking for a way out. And I won’t stop you from sticking stones in your pockets before going for a swim, I’ll be waiting at the bottom.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
we're trying to simplify the difficult
and pacify the temperamental....
indulging in forbidden filth
the farther you go the smaller you get
but staying put makes it worse
radium skies heroin eyes
make it til' tomorrow
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 10:27 PM UTC
i sit still at the Streaks of light that pass above my eyefull head through the atmosphere at the poles where the radium lit aurora meanders through the crystal clear sky(cloudless) sometimes as when the sun sinks in behind the skimmed cream ice bergs or when the moon puts on its armour of silver.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
wild cat with radium eyes,
electrified , what a presence!
at the rendezvous , her claws,
etched murals, on skin, letting blood.
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
Dreams…
They dare;
Instigate…
Enough to investigate,
Where the moon hides,
On the dark nights?
Who rules the tides?
And who sways,
The wind’s might?
Dreams…
They push;
Beyond the holding ledge,
Plunge…
Into the dark,
As dreams possess,
A glow evident;
Iridescent firefly,
Cutting stark,
Across the dark!
Dreams…
Often invincible,
An invisible might,
Ruling the strengths,
Of a doing mind!
They bloom,
A trophy of truth,
Shining over the mantle,
Radium of life!
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
The cat with radium eyes, drilling into my sub-terrain secrets,
Hedgehopped silently in to my camouflaged enclosure, for a nightcap, it said.
A companion of mysteries, tip-toes in to the wilderness of night
With a gentle "meow' to hunt
how fast you pulled me closer, with your claws drawn out,
Not any coy maiden, your lust, long nailed and wild,
Known you differently before, now it comes out on the open, I love you in your true colors, yes, but..
Your kisses are bloodsucking vampire feasts,
You need to feel the beast all over you, to quench the lust, from the beginning I knew(my secret)
With caterwaul crescendo we celebrated lust, I contributed in plenty at your request,
When swelled desire, did burst and waves dissipated, we went to a dopomine induced sleep,
Completely transformed, you just look like a lackluster colleague,
Unexpectedly came to visit, for a cuppa and chat (why do I feel bit let down, difficult to understand)
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
feline princess,
with lithe, agile limbs
mistress (with/of) dark instincts
tormentor of my libidinous dreams,
perpetually under the spell of
your radium eyes,
experiencing , in every sense
your nocturnal effervescence,
I would doubtlessly testify anywhere:
your day light innocence,
is the act of a cheat.
(would I ever do that? you know, it is just a joke)
I am bit confused, still
why should you behave in that way?
you are indeed bold, barbarous in an amorous sense
in that you are proud, as any one would understand.
your thorny nails
hidden under soft paws
plays with the ups and downs of my body
both ways, some times it only tickles
and at other times, plunges deep, draws blood
I am a sinner with clean conscience
you can tell me all your desires
dark, white or purple
we would be together
in that boat to the dark dark shores
where you promised to
make me inhale the imagined flowers
of flesh with the scent of fulfillment.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 6:23 AM UTC
My blood boils over
Your four leaf clover
Is running out of luck
Don't push it, I'm at the brink
I hear it, the way you think
That the words you say
Will stay between my ears
And not evaporate
Like the promises they never were
Too late, too late
My reasoning compromised
My senses desensitized
My humanity digitized
Into steps of despair,
hate and fury, lay bare
I hear the words come out
But I don't listen
My tongue has no master
Sly as a *****
They tumble out faster
Roll over our bonds
Like lava over rivers
Like alcohol through livers
This is our cirrhosis
Our relationship's psychosis
Hardened like stone
Over castles of glass
And as the words stop
I realise they're crass
Alas, an impasse!
I have lost your trust
To an unjust jury
Like the Radium that murdered
the Lady Curie
All love fissioned
Because of my fury
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
Freshmen year
I was involved in a play
About women in the 1920's
Who were paid to paint watch dial numbers
And hands
With green-glowing,
Radioactive paint.
The point of doing this
Being so soldiers could see their watches at night
Without giving away their position.
However,
After years of exposure to the radium,
The women themselves began glowing
And forming cancers in the deepest recesses
Of their young and tender bodies.
Before the horrors began,
The women had taken a trip to the beach
Where they ate sandwiches
And talked about the things that shined
In their lives.
And between the Rudolph Valentino's
And pearl necklaces
In the windows of department stores,
I believe they could also list you
Among the beautiful things they had
In spite of all the danger.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
preface.
majestic adjectives of contrary harmonies,
adverbs in adversity that modify our satisfactions,
gut punch our eyes, scramble the taste buds,
now inoperable, incapacitated to distinguish
what is disturbed - what is sweet - what is impossible.
my days ending is nearer to my god than thee,
the crumblings of what I’ve got left,
stale panko crumbs,
here come they in 1000 radium-tipped projectiles of
serious humorous self-destruction,
gifted to you few itinerant followers
brave enough to follow me into the deeps of
radioactive incomprehension,
in no particular disorders
a thousand times
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
in little shattered
bits of future
with cards and ash and radium
all spread around my brain
I wrap my fingers around your bone
to tug it away
from my heart
which you have been clinging to
for far too long
and I cast off
the phosphorous light
that have ignited my lungs
and filled my fists
with a rage
rivaled only
by the dragons
in stories my mother would read to me
until I fell asleep
clinging to a razorblade.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
Dirt, Dirt, Dirt
The brook flows bound to wastes
Cut, Cut, Cut
The fallen trees they shed
**** **** ****
The animals roasted in fire.
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke
The grey turned air sneeze
Blast, Blast, Blast
The wrecks of once mighty peaks
Dry, Dry, Dry
The last drop water vapourise
War, War, War
Men pierce hearts and blood
Throw, Throw, Throw
food ever to be scarce
Explode, Explode, Explode
The radium bursting the cells
Invent, Invent ,Invent
all that earth never wanted
Destroy, Demolish ,Doom
until the last life turns solid
Bleed, Bleed, Bleed
Earth you are never more alive.
For mankind was never
to be a savior
Never to be an angel
But to be the mark of doom.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 11:51 AM UTC
My state of mind is abysmal
A void in my skull
Throbbing and robbing,gravity ******* people *******
A blackness darker than pitch, you stupid ***** get out of my head, scorpions crawling along my cranium, **** them with radium, poison the skeletons tapping on skin.
Hit me with hammers, don't sit there and stammer, get me out of this hole
Help me feel whole
Help me save my soul
Tablets and pills don't stop the **** slicing and dicing, man-made gills
Cover my eyes, I am so shy,
Just lay me to sleep, don't weep
don't weep
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
By nabs
I think maybe
you're over reacting
a lil bit
Too much electron,
not enough protons
You need to stabilize
Playing overlord
is so fun when
Everyone pretend
not to see
that power
can be mercury to
someone's mind
There's no nuclear
in your veins
I assure you
I'm already a radioactive zone
no matter
how many radium
goodbye's you spew,
you can't convince me
to give you my francium
Oh, really
don't try to
blow it up
you really don't
got the talents for that
Just stop trying to be
what you're not
meant to be
Only carbons can
be diamonds
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
I stare at my computer screen
hearts beating rapidly back
the stamping of feet at a stadium
Some hearts are glowing
filled with radium
some show a mass of white fat
too many years eating fast food
some are near death
flies soaring over a gray mass
anticipating the final thump
Occasionally I see healthy hearts
scrolling down my screen boldly
on a journey of self-experimentation
I let them breeze by on their voyage
careful to only pick the unfortunates
grabbing them from the screen
as if they were an apple on a shelf
I empty the heart of radium
letting the poison fill me instead
causing an earthquake in my head
I eat the white fat off the heart
feeling it travel down my esophagus
like a delayed release cyanide pill
I swat the flies off the gray mass
holding it to give my energy
my hair whitens and skin loosens
Collapsing with a loud crash
my face staring at the screen
holding tears back like rowdy children
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
The shadows in my brain
That dance with all the pain
Only adding to the strain
The memories that they hold
That they crease and mold
Only leave me cold
The agony holds on strong
That it refuses to move along
Only leaving tears of all that's gone wrong
The shadows in my mind
That are so unkind
Only showing me what they find
Thoughts rambling in an insane manner
Voices mix and clamber
Between it all the static stammer
Leaving me to believe I'm not well
I wear a mask so you can't tell
That I really live in Hell
There is something going on inside my cranium
Maybe it holds to much radium
That must be why I need a ******
My thoughts bumb and scatter
Oohhh something shiny.....does it matter
Uhm I think my head has grown flatter
Pain and agony brought on insanity
Trying hard to grasp the gravity
This situation leaves me in, oh the calamity
Well my gray matter has had enough
I'm calling my life's bluff
Put the gun to my head, it was tough
Blowing that gray matter away
Still won't be enough to sway
The demons will make me stay
In a vegetative way
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
He laid on a rusted bed
old worn out blankets
his face pale and questioned
He yelled at me.
He laughed at me
"Feel the pain ****** me
the cancer banging my cells
the tumor trembling my lungs
the new paradise
of toxins and pain killers.
The radium exploding my skin.
I feel raging
powerful, the king yet fragile
I'm the warrior of all the valleys
Yet I lie in the corridors of this unknown place
Everything white...
Who are those people dressed in white
Is that a small sword in his hand
NO, he is piercing my skin
STOP!
I will **** all
I'm dying..
PLEASE don't **** me
And there he lies
crumbled to the sedatives
And I walk out with cancer in my thoughts..
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
Half-love burns like a half-life spent
Radium lover
is your jaw rotting
From the stress of keeping everything behind your teeth
Incisor
Canine
Molar
In your dreams they fall into your palms
Soft and sacrosanct, grotesque, sharp pearls to string around hope’s neck
And crush it.
Love,
what were you not telling me
And why?
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 9:54 AM UTC