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Developing a pattern
Luminosity inspires

A quiet twinge

Only resonates with a soft
Pin *****
In it’s truest form

I can handle it

Beyond the realm
Of possibility
Perfection is

A impossible feat

An ~ Abstract idea
Takes shape in mind
Sometimes the bummers

Outweigh the most glorious highs

But when your
Heart beats steadily
You should probably buckle up

It might just be one heck of a ride

Approaching the straight and narrow
Eyes laser focused
It’s almost like

You’ve won the grand prize

There is a seamless
Welcoming Transition
With a natural flow

It reminds me I’m still breathing
Those are the
Kind of things you just can’t fake

When I don’t sense
An evil presence I’m all in
It’s very inviting to my soul

Certain things don’t
Just fall in your lap by chance
And you best hold on tight

Because you never know
What you’ve got
Until it’s gone

Pick up sticks like a game of chance

Process of elimination
Natural selection chose
Me a winning combination

The right nonpareil for once
Hope for a better tomorrow
And smile you just can’t hide from
Ash
The dog who knew silence
the man who knows shame
the screaming violence
self hatred always came.
Years gone I never forget
cruel madness blind light
my sadness true regret
the noose forever tight.
I’ve met a couple of second-year med students.
I thought I was organized but apparently, I’ve just scratched the surface.
Everyone uses Google calendar “GCal” - for EVERYTHING,
and I’ve seen it, their days are packed - bye-bye ‘free time.’

Want to grab lunch, hang-out or even hook-up with someone?
Check their GCal and send them an invite.

(poem time!)..

GCal flex 💻✨

I got the word 💬 At first 🎬 I was lowkey sus 🤨
could it be thus ⁉️ but they offered proof 💯

GCal 💻 runs 🏃🏼‍♀️‍➡️the superiority complex 🏫
everyone keeps-it-g 💻✨connectedly 👭

AI puts our schedule 📆🕰️ in GCal 💻 form,
so right away ⛗ 🏁, we’re ½ 🌓 way home 🏠

The typical school day = 12 hrs 📅
Save your brain, let GCal 💻✨be 🐝 the boss 🧠➡️💤

Sleep 😴, snacks 🍕, 5-mi walk 🚶♀️— got it on lock 🔒
No wingin’ it 🚫, just colored blocks ⬛️ all on the clock 🕒

So, freshie AV 👩🎓 will get a ping 📱— “Come chill?” 🛋️
I’ll click yes ✔️, cause it’s just the drill 🔬

“Share lunch?” 🍽️ Invite sent ✉️
Netflix and chill 🍿? Event alert! 🚨

Invite a romantic move 💌 “Hook up?” 11:30 PM 🪛🌙
You never ♾️ know, he 💁‍♂️/she 💁‍♀️ might accept 🔩 ☔

Maybe GCal  💻 love is 💔 or lit 🔥, but dating’s doomed 💀,
in the calculus of m-school scheduling 🗓️🙅♀️, so just move 🚛 on

In med-school ​​📚, we’re like a team 🖇️, we need to be tight 🗜️,
we’re all 👥 on the clock ⏰, and nothing 🫙 can be left to chance 🎲.
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Songs for this:
Closer (feat. Halsey) by The Chainsmokers
I Ain't Worried by OneRepublic
Levitating (feat. DaBaby) by Dua Lipa
Calendar by Paris Combo
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 08/13/35:
Calculus = the mathematics of estimating change
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slang…
keep it g = ‘keep it gangsta’ repurposed for GCal💻 🙃
I wish it had been my soul that
was stolen, not you—
That I had died before
you slipped away from me
What storm,
what havoc could ever
tear you from within me?
No trick of memory,
no phantom thief of mind
Dares to pry you loose,
though I bleed in the struggle—
Struggling so fierce
I nearly cradle
death’s cold embrace,
Walking barefoot
across a sea of my
own shattered soul,
Until I stand where
neither you nor I can reach—
Where tides of memory
drown and hope is lost—
I am ready to
surrender life itself,
If only to forget you
forevermore
Flowers In Her Hair

I used to dream when I was young,
I would remove all of the thorns
of the most beautiful flowers
and place them in her hair,
lovingly,

Innocence is cute, its so divine,
then you grow up not so fine,
that girl you knew as a child,
can't even remember her name,
sadly,

There's a loneliness to every soul,
eating alone in a popular food court,
they may enjoy the meal, cooked well,
but in the end, solitary doesn't taste as good,

and love declines as the demon in you climbs
and now you realize, its a tragic  fairy-tale
and now the large world appears small
and insects on your skin now crawl,

The realization,
it makes you sick,
now, floating past the jetty,
the strands of her hair.....
Personally, this is my fav of all the poems I have written but it never gets any love. Ah....well.
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