oxygen
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Have you ever wanted something more than oxygen?More than the very thing that sustains life?It’s ironic yet demandingA paradox of epic proportions and yet, it seems reasonable in your mind
As the light shines around me/ all I can see/ is the world broken to pieces/glass is shattered/scattered on the ground/there is no more green/rather everything is gray and brown/death hangs in the air/the fresh air is knocked out of me/what
I’m tempted to say oxygen
Were most critical to my survival,
Like a smart-alec,
But it only keeps
Me alive,
Continuing a process
His Breath
Began.
I might claim that
Passionately I absorb you. Longingly I gasp for you. Persistently I kiss you.
Your tides are cold when they enter my maw. And my heart is warm when you course in my blood.
Everybody has a strength and a weakness in their life that they have to deal with as a blessing or a challenge. But the one thing that I think is important and absolutely need is shelter.
Without it you wouldn’t be carbon-based.Without it you don’t have the energy to make enough ATP to move.Without it you sit in your room half-dead,that’s why certain words leave the air knocked out of you.
Something happened when I lit a cigarette in an oxygen tent.I'll tell you what happened instead of just giving you a hint.That oxygen tent went up in flames and I got burned all over.
I am carbon
a diamond in the rough
still dull with jagged edges
I've been through heat
and under lots of pressure
but I still don't shine
people look and stare in my direction
What is hope
Is it the illogical sense of knowing everything will be alright?
Is it stupid
Is it smart
What is hope
Is it wishing something that you want comes true?
Is it selfish
A carbon atom is small,
But it can make you trip and fall.
It has many things to do in life,
So it will do it while he flies.
Carbon forms a bond with oxygen,
And they become the eternal bossing gem.
They travel through the world,
Trees have always reminded me of lungs. They even kind of look like them. They branch out in the same type of widespread, fleshy mass with exposed meat, and their introverted veins; veins as in branches, veins that act as passages.
Know the molecules flowing in the air,
We breath the oxygen but we dont see where,
Know snakes sneak to their evil lair,
But we don't see length of the evil hair,
Know the effect of the unfortunate lies,
