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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…

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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,

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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.

Evolving Emotions: The Inventor’s Mind 

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Majestic but plain

Concrete but finicky

Mysterious but disclosed

 

Triumphant yet bittersweet

Crazed yet sane

 

Wholesomeness twisted

Into a contortion of the purest will

 

What is it that you want from me?

A craving that torments your inner satisfaction

 

A sadistic masterpiece

Of enrapturing composition

 

Tweaked by the mind

Solidified in the soul

Written on the tongue

Etched in the heart

 

A chase amidst insanity

Within the mind

Barriers to the complete

The creation

 

Each intricately aligned

Precisely where intended

For the eye to digest

And for the mouth to gasp in disbelief

 

The beauty in perfect imperfection

Synonymous antonyms

Arranged for the insane guest

Amidst a chase towards insanity

 

Evolving Emotions: Resolve

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A much-awaited blank slate

A fresh commencement

A new beginning

 

Millions flock

With hopeful hearts

And passionate gazes

 

Purchase a membership

Begin an instrument

Preserve the coin

 

Stop smoking

Quit biting your nails

End negative self-talk

 

Do better

Be better

Live better

 

Newfound confidence

In a person, just the same

In a year, just the same

As before

 

A new package

Wrapping glimmers beneath

An optimistic bow

 

Inside a gray waste

Previous aspirations

Tossed aside

A mangled mess of guilt awry

 

Pointlessness is relative

Some cling to goals

Triumph in the struggle

And come out champions of their mind

 

Most others agree

A new year

Is a number.

 

Weightless

Baseless

Worthless

 

The moment motivation grips you

Run with it

Awaiting that square on your calendar

Is an absurd venture

 

Move your body

And achieve

 

One life to live

Why spend it waiting?

 

Why say, I’ll stop and smell the roses next year?

Evolving Emotions: Never Quite Right

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A strange place

The table isn’t quite situated

On the once whole tiling

Proper is the word

 

The smell that once greeted me

Feels out of place

Inside my lungs, it is a stranger

 

What has become of

The inhabitants

Which I thought I knew?

 

Nothing could’ve prepared

My mind, my body

For this upheaval 

 

Guttural

Inconceivable

Quaking

 

In the now fractured life

I stubbornly live

My arms crave a rope

My feet, solid ground 

Unsatisfied is the word

 

This bizarre, unsatisfying abode

Which I once called home

Is now alien

With a peculiar look

And paint laced with difference 

 

Will things return

To the gaps in my head?

 

Will I find peace

And solace in the disruption?

 

Nothing will take its original form

The form has shifted

The feeling has shifted 

 

My perception has crossed

Into a foreign land

 

Unbeknownst to me

This is only the beginning