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The Perks of Being In Chemistry

Principle Quantum Number that stands for (n)
The higher the quantum number the energy's higher again.
It can be any positive integer 1,2,3 to infinity
It tells us the electrons energy level, nothing to do with alkalinity.

Next is the Angular Momentum Quantum number (l)
It tells us the shape such as a dumbbell
Its values based on n, anywhere from 0 to (n-1)
Just wait the fun has just begun,

And then theres the Magnetic Quantum number (m)
Mrs. Johnsons been teaching this all to us in Chem
It tells us the orientation of the orbitals around the nucleus
Sometimes you stop and think how could someone be that curious

Lastly there's the Spin Quantum Number (m_s)
Don't worry this ones simple no need for stress
It only has two possible values, proving the Pauli Exclusion Principle
Now that you know your Quantum Numbers I bet your feeling invincible.

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American Proof

Rugged clothes hung simply on their shadowed souls,
uncertainty and concern masking their faces
They stand to show us--
Show us the hardships of their time,
A rough log house, yet appreciated like
the dawn of a new day. Almost all hope extinguished,
washed down the drain, But- a little fire still twinkles;
it shines behind their cold-cut faces, like a candle
cloaked by a sheet. An oil lamp oil sets perched
on the side of the house, a blanket draped lazily
across the side. These people marched on no matter
what the challenge, they were skinny bulls in a bull
fight, The Great depression changed people, but
they are American proof of living, no
surviving a time that never should have been.

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It's All Up To You

What if this is as good as it gets?
If your dreams never took flight,
and your life was a wordless book.

You never got to travel and see
the world through birds' eyes.
And never got to make truth
to all your lies.

You never got to "meet the one"
and fall madly in love.
And never got to get a tattoo,
something symbolic, like a dove.

You never got to dive in the sea,
and count the many fish
And never got to throw a
penny and make a wish.

You never got to help someone
who was in dire need.
And never stood up and
took a lead.

You never realized that sometimes
you don't get choices in life,
but you stuck to what it gave you.

Didn't think you deserved more
didn't know that, you and only 
you can make it better.

So stop worrying about what
you missed out on and start
trying for what you want,
because it is what you make it.

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Forgotten Soldiers

Small  sorrows cover the forgotten land
sorrows that never reached the hearts of many people.
ones left to die with each soul, left to die without a word.
we know not their storys but their pain;
Each marked with differnet battles,
torn at differnet edges. They cannot be saved,
we will always try, but still will they fight.
We cannot take back their pains, but we can
remember the unremembered. These people
do have names, courage and freedom.

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Dream On

It's like that Aerosmith song,
you have to capture it, feel
it melt in your palms. that
true gold, the things you did
that everyone said you couldn't
you chased it, even when you knew
you were far behind in this everlasting
competitive race. when you got knocked
down, but picked up your shattered ego 
and trudged on. you were told you weren't
good smart, strong or good enough to 
capture it. you've smelt the pure jealousy
of those that have knocked you down,
because you choose to rise over and over
again. Sure you've doubted yourself along
the way, thought about giving in, thought
you wouldn't make it to the finish line. You
began seeing yourself as the failure they
see you as. Just when you start to believe
that everyone was right, you've come to a
point when you have to choose between whom
you want to be and who they want you to be.
You have to keep being you and never cease
to stop, because dreams are reachable, even 
when they seem lost in the stars.

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My City

The city was paved with emeralds,
Reflections of the green beer bottles.
Labeled with strings of gold and silver,
Tissue paper strung from house to house.
The peoples hearts were pristine,
They lurk in alleyways not seen.
And time here seemed endless as a circle,
newton balls colliding with the next.
Love is to less of a word to describe
my feelings for this place, I breathed in
the emotions of the trees, I sought out the
wild grapevines, sailed the crystalline waters,
and whilst this happens, I find, that it is not 
where you are for life to matter, it is simply 
what you want it to be.

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A War Within

Be the change you wish to see
in a world full of greed
When all you ever think about is "me"
 
Stop sipping on your perfect cup of tea
While others are sent out to bleed.
Why can't you stop, look around and see?

People are going hungry and asking with a plea
That you change your ways and do a good deed
But you can't stop thinking all about "me"

People get worn and beaten down to their knees
Just tired of life, they set staring with a true plead
Will you ever stop to think of us instead of me?

So go ahead and only think of thee
But while your going through life full speed
you'll never stop to look and see,
Because all you ever think about is "me."

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Never Neverland

Star lilies cover the trees,
puplecorn flakes cover the ground,
The sky mist with dreams and hopes
A lost boat flies to me;
what this carries I do not know,
can I want, or maybe just for
show. This time of never land
I do so hope, is with me forever
deep by my soul.

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Frouche

Among a sea of noise,
quiet statue stands by boy.
Not made of rock or stone,
cast to the side, separate, alone.

He does not talk, but think,
to cast away a shy sly wink,
He wants to say, but still remains,
with heart and soul and brains
with clear bold.

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Sam

its odd he first to die
dropped in a river with
cinderblock bracelets
eyes open to his unseen
world lips parted for
voiceless joy he clinks
to the bottom and bubbles
rise. forever set motionless
to swim with the fish