They told me I can be anything. Fed
my ears with clay. Be the soul-dipped morning,
a super-entity, they’d say. I said
I wanted to be the color orange.
They told me nothing lasts. So I seek
a spare balloon for when the other bursts.
They told me life is short. And so I eat
my blueberries without washing them first.
Each day I’m satisfied with my great feats
of turning ev’ry challenge to burlesque,
until I close my eyes and go to sleep
And dream the gaping void that eats my chest.
And they would ask, for I might have missed it,
“When was the last time you really existed?” 

[previous poem: She.]
[more poetry] 

She speaks of “love” only in quotation marks,
saying that it’s for the fools and the vain.
That love’s a dish gone bad from the start,
best served with sweet sour sauce and tear stains.

She’s tired of being another man’s trophy
for public display. Can’t she be treated
as a fking average normal human being 
for goodness sake? They all make-believe it.  

She says the men that want her are shallow creeks.
Unaffectionable deadbeats with motors lust-driven.
All the good-heart genuine guys out of reach
or else taken, already living out fairy tale endings.

Sick of playing princess and generic kinds
of compliments. No more store-bought garments—just give
her someone with an open ear & passion-filled mind. Who’s blind
to her beauty but sees her for the way she is. 
 
[more poetry]

I love poetry; it’s words in geometry!
Arranged in some form of synchronicity
From the orderly to idiosyncrasy
From normality to plain peculiarity

Paint a picture with your syllables
Follow the flow and make it integral
Say what is otherwise impossible
Say it in every which way wonderful

Let yourself speak straight from the subconscious
Lull it out of sleep, awaken this monstrous,
This colossal world contained within our body
Join me; let’s check ourselves in through the lobby.

She speaks of “love” only in quotation marks
Saying that it’s for the fools and the vain
That love’s a dish gone bad from the start
Best served with soy sauce and tear stains

I can no longer concentrate on the tasks at hand. It’s hard to do more than a couple math problems or read more than a couple pages without dozing off to sleep. Without phasing out into my very loud thoughts.

The world around me feels unnatural and strange, like I’m not fully in it. Like I’m just a spectator, partaking in this event while everyone hustles and bustles around me. 

I am awake yet still dreaming. Scheming. And hopelessly believing the imagined things I imagine will become reality. 

Imaginings of you. Because you’re on my mind. 

You’re in my mind. 

You are.

You’ve got at least a toe dipped in all corners of my brain. 
If my thoughts were a movie you’d be in each frame. 
I don’t know how much longer I can stay sane. 
Not if each and everything stays the exact same.

I was fly like a G6 until the day I met her
She struck me down to the ground I cratored
My once steel shield now tissue paper
Melted away by a force even greater
than the combined BANG of a thousand supernovas

But I banned me from falling in love, or so I thought
Didn’t stop me from falling to pieces, guess not 

And in each piece of me blown, drifted, or carried away 
In disarray, I see her in all things beauteous & proud
From the quaking earth to the cumulus clouds
She’s the frosted blanket shimmering in dawn’s glow
She’s buried treasure in the oceans below

I can only strive to be the force that is she
Trying to measure up to be at least one supernova

But there’s no me in her heart—not even an iota

7am, waking up in the morning

Gotta have my flasks, gotta know where they are

Gotta be safe, gotta put on goggles

Reading the instructions, TL;DR

Ions, carbons, redox reactions
This is a job for phenolphthalein!
I think Imma titrate you so hard
until we reach equilibrium



Weighing on the big scale

Burning on the hot plate

Gotta test out my hypothesis

Which lab errors did I make?



It’s Lab Day, Lab Day 

Gotta get down on Lab Day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the writeup, writeup

Lab Day, Lab Day

Gettin’ down on Lab Day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the writeup



Chemicals, chemicals YEAAH

Formulas, formulas YEAAH

Fun, fun, fun, fun

Lookin’ forward to missing lunch