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The Poetry Snapshot: To The Moon

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Cass Lake, MI (find the tiny moon!)

I love you to the moon and…
And what?
And back to this town?
Where I feel the gravity of their eyes on me?
Depravity of the lies I hear?
No.
Not back.
I do not want to come back.
So what if we just stayed on the moon?

Without any context,
Or caring what comes next,
Without fear of any conflict,
Or anyone feeling vexed.

Every smiling moment,
Has been shared under the moon.

In the bliss of torrential downpours and concert encores.
Deep breaths under twinkling fairy lights and dimly lit starry nights.

But on Earth the moon sets at dawn.
And uncertainties are redrawn
In bright colors for everyone to see.

On the moon,
However,
We could last forever.
Stars help make amends,
and there would be no critics.
Like a song that never ends,
We could live between the lyrics.

 

Into the void

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 One night

 I dreamt of a void 

When touched, dark blue ripples 

ricocheted outward 

pulsating on my fingertips. 

Flat, alive, and just wide enough

For me to step through. 

 

Opaque ground 

Sprawled out 

Blanketed 

A Blue forest. 

I stepped 

Around ocotillos 

Weaved through 

Joshua Trees 

And listened 

To the buzzing of bees.

 

Forest fades 

And buzzes turn into voices 

Singing of freedom 

From fear 

Their hope 

Echoing and elaborating 

In variations 

The cries of their loved ones

Dead 

Sounds a monody. 

 

In the void 

I find myself 

In a battle royale with my thoughts 

Wondering 

When it would be best 

To emerge

 

 

Evolving Emotions: Regretful “I”

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I

Question her lack of

Reciprocation. I made a

Declaration about my

Intentions and yet her dull

Reaction leaves me in my

Emotions. Is further

Action necessary? Or should I stir in my

Ambitions and keep

Caution close to the chest? For the

Duration that I remain

Fixation is all I know.

Rumination about what could have been if I had

Conviction in my speech. What could have been of this

Situation if I had told her? My only

Communication was a pitiful

“I…”.

 

Evolving Emotions: Overwhelming Prospects

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Smothered in paper

Opening and closing

 

My laptop and textbook

Ubiquitous

Cups of coffee surround me

Highly caffeinated, sleep deprived students

 

Talk and walk quickly

Obviously overwhelmed and

 

Doing all they can

On the path to graduation…

***

Stumbling upon an

Open space

 

Magnificent newness

Unknown to me

Cautiously approaching what is

Hardly familiar

 

Too many places

Objects

 

Sights to behold

Endless

Exploration to embark on

***

Sorrowful words

Over who I could have been

 

Mulling over who I could be

Unbridled

Creation

Happening now

 

To become

Obsolete is likely

 

But to become

Extraordinary would be spectacular.

So much to do. So much to see. So much to be. How beautifully unfortunate.

The Rise of the Band Geeks, Episode 12: Requiem for Marching Band Season

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Ice on my tongue, crusted

Over harsh, bitter puffs of nothingness

I trusted

The months would stretch and coalesce into taffy-like time

That eternities would burn in the aftermath of summer’s speed

And all evenings would be fever dreams of drill and fundamentals and Varsity

Until the sun slid behind the lids of the multihued trees and the Fearless Leader

Summoned the teeming mass of band geeks to the center of the tower and we all

Screamed “Go, Michigan!” as a team and December was but a beam on future’s horizon

 

In January’s rut I cling

To the remainder of the season in my closet and the singing, screaming shrieks of victory

Storms of maize and blue and snow that flowed round human flesh

And the heat that dwindled into a freeze as the fall washed into my memory

And the bright maize lights and the blimp and the remembrance

The fusion of fall with first Notus, then Boreas,

42-27

Entanglement of life with Heaven

 

They said we wouldn’t win until Hell had frozen over

Before they realized

Hell is a town in Michigan.

The Poetry Snapshot: Lady Waiting

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Waiting is indifferent to your desires.
Careless about the fires ignited for those
people and places you long for.

She has a cunning style,
cloaked in a fragrance of temptation.

Westchester, New York

Waiting is patient,
She waits until you cannot wait any longer.
Then She grips onto your life
with a hold that cannot be stronger.

She works universally,
unapologetically,
knows no boundaries,
dancing with our fragile hearts
simultaneously.

Waiting has no intention to comfort you.
No incentive to soothe your anxious mind
in the intervals of time in between.
For She holds time in her hand,
elongating it for no reason except for that She can.

She is cruel like that.
Waiting is cruel.

And then
just like that,
She is gone.

She’s replaced by a blink of euphoria
in the eyes that meet,
a sight of sweet smiles,
streets coming alive
just for you.
And all that time spent waiting
melts away.
She’s forgotten.

It’s a feeling worth waiting for.