Alchemy

a writer first, a human second

[alchemytheauthor]

His shirt is a faded jean with a logo

Y'know, that good embroidery that lasts.

The business was demolished six years ago

Yet the shirt shines brighter than me.

The colors around me are the vivacious plumage

Summer here to stay.

Do you think plants get this depressed on a winter's day?

I don’t see why the cold wouldn’t creep in a similar way.

The seasons are as inevitable as the colors turning grey.

But at least with the seasons

You know when the warmth will fade away.

Still I can feel why the poets call them the same.

I see the colors but the words won't come

Does getting older make you a simpler one?

I tell myself I’d get better.

If I could just get something done.

But my work feels paler than the flag we forgot outside three summers ago

Fading in the sun

And six times as brittle

As the brand new one. 

[alchemytheauthor]

A plane is cutting a slice in the sunset I watch them go by and wonder If any of them would take me to you

But then again I think you’d like the breeze in the hayloft tonight If I let it get quiet you’re here

Your memory Your ghost Your love

A white streak through the haze That lives in my mind Like the scar across the sunset

[alchemytheauthor]

Lady liberty has lifted her crown

The torch hangs dead at her side

The tablet is in jagged pieces at her feet

Didn’t something used to be written on it?

Her head bowed, she rakes copper fingers through patinated locks 

The weight of a nation

Has finally become to much for bronze

The news explodes

Tourism spikes

The island is closed

In fear of her buckling to her knees.

The last kid to climb to the top

is interviewed on every talk show

“Lady Liberty challenge”

Is the latest internet trend 

Recycled over and over and over again

The White House says just a few words

“A lady couldn’t handle it after all”

Then turns around and goes back to war

~Alchemy

[aprilfoolfrog]

Peace President

We can't help with medicare

nor social security.

Nor food snaps.

Nor Medicaid...

Can't you see,

we're fighting wars?

We don't have the money

to fund your healthcare

or your food.

Can't you see we're in a war?

Do it yourself.

The government was not made

to assist you.

Fend for yourself.

We're at war.

This is the only way

to make America great.

The only way

to put america first

is to help Israel

wipe out their opposition.

I am such a brave boy.

I do so much for the

people of this country.

You've never known peace like this.

Now say:

"Thank you, Mr. President"

and don't forget to get in-between

the toes when you're licking my feet.

You've never seen war like this before.

We're gonna wipe them out,

I don't care if you don't get to eat.

That's not my responsibility.

Written by AprilFool 🐸

4/2/2026

[alchemytheauthor]

No one made a textbook

They really should have, right? With some smiley woman posing on the front cover of the fifth edition

you'd never listen to her if she said a word to you in real life

teeth like that meant your blood would be spilled half a million years ago.

The type of face the school looks at and says 'yes, very sensible'

in a structure like that with too little money and too many opinions

no one with any sense has the authority to say a word

no one with any authority has the sense to think that maybe they could be wrong.

Isn't it funny what they teach you?

They teach how to work with numbers.

They teach you what powers the cell.

They teach you how to play baseball.

They teach you why a metaphor is like a simile (and how they're not)

They don't teach you that you're not alone when your elbows get tingly and electricity spikes down your spine.

They don't teach you the roar in your ears is not the end of the world.

They don't teach you why you can love and hate the same person

and how dangerous it.

They don't teach you how to let go.

But the truth is you wouldn't read it even if they wrote it

(the smile scared you)

and even if you read it, you wouldn't listen to it

(the teachers forced you)

and even if you listened to it, you wouldn't believe it.

(you're just a kid, after all)

But if they had, maybe, just maybe

something in you would have eventually understood.

~Alchemy

[alchemytheauthor]

Spilled poetry? Ink is the viscera born from the incurable condition of humanity.

(Happy World Poetry Day)

~Alchemy

[alchemytheauthor]

gosh i adore your writing, truly

thank you, you are very kind

[alchemytheauthor]

How am I supposed to tell them that engagement photos smell of screams and baby photos sound like viscera? No, nothing quite so vivid for the company. Feed them corned beef and lies and let them dine. 

Hell is no longer blood and burning flesh. Hell lives in a white house with beige carpets and swallowed screams. Hell is modernity. Hell is golden rings. Hell is engagement photos. Hell is a white dress. Hell doesn’t bleed you. Hell shrinks you down and your husband out until his ring is cutting off his finger and you sit in yours and fill it up with tears. 

He cuts his finger off. You learn to swim.

~Alchemy

[alchemytheauthor]

You read the death counts. 

Long cold lives lost to history in the thousand, recorded in textbooks where bored children write six million killed, too far removed from the atrocities to feel anything more tangible than the abstract. 

You read the death counts. 

Two today. Four the next. Seventeen the following week. Evil in bite sized pieces. Training wheels rattling as we careen downhill towards the inevitable.

How many people survived waking up and thinking “I wonder if today the world will end?”

I suppose we’re all about to learn.

~Alchemy

[alchemytheauthor]

The Art of the Doomscroll

Influencer

Silly dog

Nepotism

That Man Did Something (Again)

Ten things I'd tell you if I wasn't afraid to hurt your meaningless feelings

Hatred

Influencer

Silly dog

Manchild

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Disappointing revelation about the devastation humanity has wrought

(Nothing you’ll remember)

Evil incarnate

Silly dog

Silly dog

Instagram > Your screen time limit has been reached 

?

> Ignore

Silly dog

~Alchemy

[alchemytheauthor]

What is poetry structure? I feel like I should know.

Starched frocks and stiff clothes are beautiful.

But damn, they itch me so.

~Alchemy

[alchemytheauthor]

I wonder if when my grandma taught me to lay stitches straight and neat that one day it’d be the last way I had to tell that girl that I loved her.

~Alchemy

[alchemytheauthor]

I remember when were kids on your mom’s couch

Queer Eye two had just come out.

In your basement with your sister and her friends. 

Our first New Year's Eve.

I think we both felt normal 

But every time it ends.

We stopped talking some time back.

You said you moved

But really, you ran.

I don’t blame you.

The years of living as not you -

Then almost you -

Then becoming you - 

Hometown is a frog climbing up your throat 

Someone who only knows not-you smiles with daggers; their love is acid in the veins. 

What happened? 

The facade won’t reach their eyes. 

There was once a little girl where you stood.

Shedding that hurt, I will never blame you for.

Even the good reminds you of it all.

I’m sorry for that. 

Even more for all the steps I took wrong. 

I still have that sketch and a book of poetry. 

I’ll still send you succulents for your classroom and a duvet for your wedding. 

No note attached.

I don’t know what to say. 

I still love you?

I’m still sorry?

If I opened my phone and there you were I’d…

I’d… 

Queer Eye ten is coming soon. 

I hope you think of me too.

~Alchemy

[alchemytheauthor]

dandelions bright and worthless

on her hair, leaving a trail

now sit and quiet down and

tell your uncle a tale

you don't know why they care

on they go about sports and hair

until they're so busy talking they forget you're there

why don't you ask me about music

and what colors I love most in the night sky

no, darling, you must stay in the sun

tell no one about your love for the misty crown around the moon

though perhaps if I did, they'd smile and nod

othered though I am, still they are not

so sweet, so smart, but odd little

creature we have there.

right you are, we've very proud

even if I don't understand a thing inside her mind

an ear listening around the corner, by and by begins to wonder

maybe I'm not one of them after all

?

~Alchemy

[dumblr]

no revenge because maybe one day you’ll miss the little ways I tried to make you smile: the silly reels I shared, my dark brown eyes, my random bursts of ADHD, the way I always made sure you felt loved, and how I always gave you more of my time than anyone else. you’ll remember our memories, my care, the pictures of my food I always shared with you, the moon photos, and the sunsets I captured just to send to you. you’ll remember my compliments, our hugs but most of all, you’ll remember the way I loved you.

[alchemytheauthor]

My mother told me I could've gotten help for what I am in first grade. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt this much to be me if they had.

Now? Now. Now I am a patchwork held up by scaffolding and duct tape and the twisted irony of being too cowardly to die and too proud to be anything better.