Scared

Scared

Scared is just a scribble of thoughts that came forming inside my brain like party music when I was sixteen. I probably wrote this on June after I met this cute guy on a club when me and my girls had this start-of-school-year party. This guy, well, we met on the dancefloor. He’s everything I wanted (physically speaking). Skin head, dimples, eyebrow scar, earring on one ear. Still remembered what I wore. Black top with black and white pedal. And I still had that braces.

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Scared

It started smoothly,

And I enjoyed the way it worked.

You noticed me

And you were so fast.

Let’s take it slow boy

Coz I know I will lose you.

We got it going,

I sense you twisting your swagger.

You even protected me.

Don’t be to sweet, babe.

Coz I know I will lose you.

It was getting sultry

And we danced kinda close.

Keep back some care, but respect

You had me, but I gotta cut

Coz I know I will lose you.

You got humor

And got all the moves.

You’re so darn cute.

Move your eyes away from me

Coz I know I will lose you.

We’re from different crews,

But we jived real good.

I hate that you look so perfect,

So attractive in the most irritating way,

Sexy in a dangerous manner.

Oh boy, I wish I haven’t partied that night.

Coz I know I will lose you.

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Chemistry

Chemistry

Chemistry is a poem I created back in Mar. 30, 2003, 11:10 PM. A fellow Chemistry quizzer inspired me on this one. He and I have spent some time together out of town for the National Chemistry Quiz Bowl in Ateneo de Manila. During the regionals, I bagged the 2nd place and he got the 3rd. Unfortunately, we haven’t earned a place in the National Level. Distracted? Lol. Here it is.

Chemistry

Homeostasis is destroyed,

My chemical equilibrium unbalanced.

It’s as if catalysts loaded up together

And hasten chemical reactions in my body.

Pressure is increasing,

Volume decreasing.

Whatever gas law it is,

I can no longer recall.

All I know is that 

I am like a cell placed in brine,

Shrinking,

And could almost go on to lysis.

The air is humid,

O2 scarce.

I need to breathe.

I undergo this searing reaction

Everytime you’re in the vicinity.

White flames of CuSO4 

seems to flicker in your eyes.

How can you be so paramagnetic with me?

But I keep on wondering, if you’re a polar,

Then I hope I’d be a polar too.

Then we would mix and not be immiscible.

I think we just need the right number of atoms

Of reactants to gain a perfect product.

Can we ever belong to the same group?

Or period?

Could we not violate the Octet Rule

and stay perfectly combined for all time?

Am I an alkaseltzer 

that would sizzle in bubbles when we collide?

Or are we oil and water that can never be combined?

I don’t care.

All I know is we make chemistry together.

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