Scientist
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Located deep within an abyssI reach for my lab gogglesFor they would be the only thing I would miss
They are always on my headOr sleeping next to meRight beside my bed
How I would love to love a scientist
of curious mind and dazzled eyes
which seek understanding of complexities
in order to bask in their impossible beauty
for they understand the statistical significance
A beautiful house sits on a hill
One that was built from scratch
I watched as the owner designed it;
I can’ t paint with a brush that well,
But I know how to paint with a pen and an ink well.
My words form pictures that pictures themselves couldn’t describe.
Your photograph may be worth 1000 words.
To help, to endure, and to care,
To make the world, noble and fair,
To be able to heal the child with grace,
To return them to a parent's embrace,
To say I assisted children in need,
I dream of flying
not in the sky,
but in the way
that a dream
soaring far above our heads
can lift our feet
into the air.
I dream of meaning
something.
Not to myself
I've gone through everything.
Encouragement; Discouragement.
Praise; Ridicule.
Advice; Sabotage.
You name it, my art has felt it.
Then, an opportunity, a chance!
A risk, a gamble.
I was a woman drowning in my own tears, bound by the chains of my own depression.
No one around to listen to my story and be the ear to my painful confessions.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"An artist," I innocently answered my parents at four years of age.
"What do you want to be in the future?"
I watched my first episode of CSI when I was four years old
Since then I’ve wanted to fill their shoes; since then I have been sold.
The Forensic Science and Law program at Duquesne, has exactly what I need
The wind flows through the sky,
with the plants that slowly die,
as they help us and provide,
the nutrients to survive.
From the flies beneath our feet,
to the plain and sandy heat,
A scientific mind--
Compartmentalized?
A messy mind--
spilling over the margins
scrawling like worm tracks
Human Mind
Studying the smallest possible parts of
Living
That is the scientist in me,
Wanting, Wishing, Hoping to be free.
Not bound by the laws,
created by men full of flaws.
I start with my question,
and record my progression.
My answer will come soon,
