Ode to Indium/I climbed the steps and there He stood

Such a rare, fine specimen of metal

Similar in rarity to silver, your cousin 

Trapped in your damp, soil dungeon

A lustrous sheen of white and silver so gentle 

The contributions you make are only helpful 

You dream of becoming a fixture in the garden 

Or used to power the man-made sun

Add fire for a blue-violet glow, even if fatal

Despite everything, the beauty you create 

The genius of your properties go ignored 

You were discovered by chance, not by need

As if crushed by this ache

 

When roughly touched you become deformed 

Your cries forever make you weak

 

  • Introduction

  • Scribbles

  • Oxygen

  • I Wanted to Tell a Funny Chemistry Joke, but All the Good Ones are Gone

  • I climbed the steps and there he stood

  • Ode to Indium/I climbed the steps and there He stood

  • All Hallows’ Eve/The Old Farmhouse

  • I’m Just a Phony

  • Halloween/I’m Just a Phony

  • The empty Slate we know and love

  • Iridium

  • I have always enjoyed the night

  • Heart Decay

  • The White Path

  • The Black Path

  • Short Story

  • High Dive

  • Cake

  • A Bouquet Of Flowers

  • A Soulmate for Sodium

  • Red Wine Never Comes Out

  • I realized I wasn’t the only one     

  • Up, Up, Up, and Away

  • Vermilion

  • A Man and His Dog

  • What a Scary Thing to Say

  • The Haircut

  • Loose Ends

  • The Garden Fairy

  • Lucky Number 13

  • Three Hearts, One Holder

  • Government Distributed Life

  • It’s Up to You

  • Lithium

  • Untitled

  • Fluorescent Adolescent

  • 800

  • Scribbles Staff

Ode to Indium/I climbed the steps and there He stood

Such a rare, fine specimen of metal

Similar in rarity to silver, your cousin 

Trapped in your damp, soil dungeon

A lustrous sheen of white and silver so gentle 

The contributions you make are only helpful 

You dream of becoming a fixture in the garden 

Or used to power the man-made sun

Add fire for a blue-violet glow, even if fatal

Despite everything, the beauty you create 

The genius of your properties go ignored 

You were discovered by chance, not by need

As if crushed by this ache

 

When roughly touched you become deformed 

Your cries forever make you weak

 

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