Ninety and Seven were good to me.
But how will I forgive the Two Thousand
Who pulled her away from me
And I from her.
And Two Thousand plus Two
For the dream was a reality.
Today I thought of you and me: profile
Me stealing the kiss.
I always wondered why Teacher never scolded me.
The profile pic changed front view
Of you and me
In an embrace I've never felt before.
How disappointed was I when I heard I was
...Forgotten.
...but I figured as much.
Memory, you have corroded my soul
And performed concurrent happy exhilaration.
Oh my Ketamine,
My precious Potassium Iodide.
I need to stop calling you mine. 'Cause your not.
For maybe my dream wasn't a reality.
Maybe Two Thousand pulled you from me,
But not me from you.
And maybe,
I was never with you.
But you will always be with me - cheers memory.
The lens was removed.
You developed.
And although too much time has elapsed,
I still want you as a hydroxide.
Your poetry that pulls from your deepest emotions is quite good. Heightened feelings breath life into poetry. This poem has magnetism jerking the reader alive.
I love the way you always bring chemistry into your poems, it's unique and very fitting (considering we're all just lots of atoms). Anyway, great poem.
I felt braincells die and be reborn as they followed the intertwining images presented here, leaving me to be haunted by the phantasms of twisted memories.
This was amazingly unique and proper
The font was perfect
No mistakes. I love the view from the camera lens. I am a photographer and this was a treat! cheers, lea
I like this, I think mainly because of the years used and the geological refrences. If that sounds weird, I'm sorry. I am the daughter of two scientists. Rocks, and the like, mean something to me. This is good writing; poetry at its best. Great work!