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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Shallow Hal

Shallow Hal

Shallow Hal is a poem I've created  for someone who was a little special to me. He can even be mistaken as my little brother because we kinda look alike, with the big brown eyes. That was love for me back then — years ago. The story's seem to be funny.

Shallow Hal

I used to swear before
And think that it’s really a sore
To fall for a younger boy
Who still keeps at least one toy.

It would really suck
I think it’s a real bad luck.
A cradlesnatcher gurl,
Holding the boy wrapped in fur.

I ate my words and swallowed them hard
I fell for you, my little lucky card
Against all odds, it seems.
But I don’t care; I would just beam.

You’re one cute guy
I wanna be with you, oh my.
Age and height we really oppose
But all we need is a tricky pose.

I hope all this is true
And not shatter or make me blue
Mom says Im one real smart gal,
But in love, I’m one shallow hal.


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