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Evolving Emotions: Centrifuge

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Having depression and anxiety is kind of a

Funny thing. 

 

Those depressed moods

However awful they are

Remain comfortable 

Remain separate from the whirlwind of

Thought and obsessive

Worry

I can’t fall from the floor

 

There is no surprise 

No jarring suddenness 

 

Just peace in the low and dull

It’s a sick cycle

That enraptures 

Makes me yearn for the consistency 

That is ruining my life.

 

You don’t take chances

There’s no point

 

You don’t try things

Why would I?

 

Are you ever going to start living your life?

Do you want the truth?

 

Maybe a day will come

When the anxiety isn’t so grand

And the depression seems just a little 

Unappealing 

 

A day where I step out from the centrifuge

That whirls and spirals

And step into the light

 

With a novelty I never knew 

And a take on life 

I had never held in my hands

With a world of possibilities 

I had yet to realize

 

Evolving Emotions: Yellow

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Yellow has been a rather

Permanent resident in my life

 

Since fourth grade

My single driving force

Aspiration

Ultimate goal

 

Was to be a

Maize and Blue

Student

Supporter

And success

 

That last part

Has proved challenging

And a twinge undesirable

 

The place I called home before any other

Apart from the womb

My childhood bedroom

A zany yellow on the walls

In an artificial cheer

 

It was not always

So cheerful.

 

Something I learned recently

A rather depressing fact

Bananas are disagreeable.

 

For all of the cramps I sustain

Apologies in advance

To my near and distant future

 

My eyes loathe the sun

It’s bright rays

The sweat beading

It’s a sticky sort of hatred

 

It never ceases to amaze

How ironic the world is.

Connections and coincidences

In fascinating alignments

All for the purpose of absurdity

Made sensical

 

Blue has become a recent tenant

 

Paint rollers glided like waves

Creating a sky along the walls

 

Each raindrop and cloud

Brings a comforting cold

And reminder

Of dirt’s occasional aroma

 

I’ve often been blue

Sad beyond belief

Swallowed by a riptide

 

But it’s in those moments

That I’m grateful

For it all

For the joy

For the tears

For the bananas I cannot digest

And for the Zen in my bedroom

That served as a transition

Between color and emotion

 

The Poetry Snapshot: Last Words

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My last words were not perfect.
My last glance was none at all.

Chennai, India

I was trying to race time
from the second you stood up.
But I could not ease my mind
to string together thoughts.

How could I find words for all those moments?
For all the emotions that echo everywhere I go.

There are no perfect last words.

But I think about what I would have said,
if there were.

I would have comforted you
Instead of feel my hurt.

I would have reminded you
sometimes our hands are clumsy.
We drop fragile hearts
we hoped to protect.

But hearts that mend transcend
the love it had before.
It blooms in ways it’s never explored,
reaching the sky to touch the moon.
Stitched together to make room
for new things to adore.

I appreciate you
for the care you show.

I appreciate you
for letting me grow.

I appreciate you
more than you know.

I appreciate you.

Perhaps, my last words were perfectly true.

Evolving Emotions: Familiar Weather

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You are perched

A wooden stool in the kitchen

Creaking beneath your weight

 

Staring out at

The meadow beyond

Past the chipped window frame

The light pours like water

Streaming through

Weathered glass

 

An alluring glow

Inviting eyes to

Dip

and Dive

Across the hills

And into the trenches

 

Its beauty is

Undeniable

But you can’t shake

 

The twinge in your chest

A stab at your tissue

Inside your head

It nags

 

A

Disturbing

Disruption

Amidst the serenity

 

The possibility

 

The hills

Vacillating

The trees

Snapping

The sky

Darkening

The rocks

Clamoring

 

The chirping of birds

Screeching

The rushing of water

Pounding

The movement of clouds

Hastening

The whistling of grass

Shrilling

 

Sending the mind

Into a frenzy of static

Quickening in pace

You feel it.

 

The light fades

 

In its place

Are gloomy clouds

Rapturous storms

An unbearable inundation

 

A pond fills the sink

Entering through the tap

 

Spilling onto the checkered tile

The countertops

And dull appliances

 

The rivers flow

With unending power

 

Through the opened window

The cracks in the walls

The age-worn door

 

Oceans form inside your skull

Waterfalls drain your eyes

 

Taking with it the innocence you held

Leaving hollowness behind

 

Wracked with exhaustion

All dries up

The sun burns flesh

The light lay strangely now

 

You were used to the ponds

The rivers

The oceans

 

Only for them to leave you

A battered husk

On a wooden stool.

 

The Rise of the Band Geeks, Episode 19: Faded Halftime

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Metal drips

Onto the planes of the floor that lists

And slips into a field across which grit

Spills in rubber bits over spits of grass

Within the lip of a concave beast.

 

Teeth

Pushing forth heat and the beats of notes that scream into an impenetrable mass of

Teeming beings melted into a gelatinous sheen

Their wordless voices are shrieks that form a backdrop against the reel of notes.

 

What is it except burning muscles and the battery’s echoic surge

What is it except the metronome of our feet and the sheet music

Imprinted upon our brains

Like oily tattoos that ooze into the grooves of the mind

What is it except our numb fingers that fuse to the metal in the bitter wind

And snow

Drifting in eddies

As the final strands of warmth fade into mist.

Evolving Emotions: Blizzard

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My legs are like columns of sheeted glass

They burn with an anger

I have neglected them

Left them to be battered

By a blizzard, hardly forgiving

 

My hands chip like old plaster

Revealing the life underneath

The pain of red

Numbed in the cold

 

My hair discourages logic

Protests order

And wreaks havoc

In front of my eyes

Shielding my face

Enough to obscure

But not enough to warm

 

A cry inside

Screaming for

Something

Anything

To feel again

To know that all will calm

 

The ice sets in

Hardening the bones

Congealing their marrow

Hindering the joints

Straining the throat

 

The blizzard takes hold

Despite my hope

For a light flurry

Following the storm