Wednesday, April 10, 2013


The beaker shattered beautifully,
releasing all it held,
so love could drain in liquid fall;
and hate could be revealed.

There was in bubbled bruising,
the trickle of our past,
and alchemy in mocking shine;
a cruel, complete contrast.

The heart had held hermetic,
the truth of all we were,
and simmered slow and soulfully,
the death of all we knew.

There was no understanding,
no insight to the cause,
which carried us mysterious,
from joy to hell's sharp claws.

ALCHEMY (noun)

: a medieval chemical science and speculative philosophy aiming to achieve the transmutation of the base metals into gold, the discovery of a universal cure for disease, and the discovery of a means of indefinitely prolonging life
: a power or process of transforming something common into something special
: an inexplicable or mysterious transmuting


  1. Very talented and so loved this, the 2nd Stanza especially ..there was in bubbled bruising...excellent.

  2. Portraying love and broken love with a flask is so cool (: Awesome job.

  3. beautiful, not a single word out of place. I had to go back and re-read it out loud...

  4. I started to read this aloud to enjoy the language more. Nice writing!

  5. The broken flask, but especially the last : from joy to hell's sharp claws.