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 Aug 2012
Benjamin Adams
I grasp fading shadows
in the remnants of lost suns.
 Jul 2012
Benjamin Adams
Whiskey carries me
To the fading afterglow of
Engines spent.
 Apr 2012
Shashank Virkud
The summer night
is the summer day,
in a daze, we fall asleep
in the a.m.
We wake up,
we find our friends,
we do it again.

Lamplight
can't save us now,
we're out hounding.
 Apr 2012
Shashank Virkud
She loves the beat,
bass so heavy
it hurts.

She loves the heat,
ecstasy,
short skirt.

In the middle
of these times,
I'm square.

I'd like to be
with New York City,
if she'd ever take
a bore like me.
But
in the middle
of her times,

I'm square.

I'd like
to hear her
digitally
repeating,

with her
lips pressed
against my ear,
soft whispers,
heavy breathing,

*they can't stop me.
No,
they can't stop me
from dreaming.
 Apr 2012
Shashank Virkud
I tested her water.

She was almost frozen over.

Had I tried to dive right in,
she could have stopped my heart cold.

She said

*some are more shallow
than others,
so
don't dive here,
or you'll hurt
yourself.
 Apr 2012
Shashank Virkud
There was a ransom for a queen,
a shining glimpse of hope.
There was a sick and dying scene,
a message for the pope.
The disparity made us desperate
and so we decided to occupy
a building of the public sector
until they met our demands.
What a plan, what a plan!
We were comfortably clinging
to the safety net of fashion,
we were terribly in order.
There were things less trivial
than the status quo, you knew that
I knew that you didn't know.
We were perfectly defined
in the terms of academia,
hey,
        can I follow ya?
 Apr 2012
Shashank Virkud
So I went to the campus today, for the first time in a long time. I smoked cigarettes outside of the the lecture hall with some kids from the eastern block whose names I could barely pronounce. They were talking about McCarthyism in a language I couldn't understand - snippets in English - an American history exam. I cut class again, for a reason I can't quite trace, just lost sight of it all I guess. Or maybe I was wishing it could have been a little easier. They never gave us a course in what it means to try, you know? It just seems as if the only thing that stops us from doing the things we love is a fear of failing at them. Thinking about this on the walk home made my head sick and my heart sad, and so sleeping through the rest of the daylight seemed like a good way to get by.

I met up with the friend, later in the evening, he was at the local venue. He had his hands in his hoodie and his Adidas were swinging over the side of the stage, head bobbing, and rhyming in time to the beat of an electric bass drum. I asked him to buy me a beer and he slid his last two dollars over the counter like he always does when he notices my lower lip quivering. I didn't ask him about the doctor's and he didn't ask me about my black eye. I told him to tell me the story again, the one about the cool kids he met in the East Village and he did, he told me about the whole encounter in the snow, with the lights, and how badly he was shivering. I smiled that type of smile, the one that ends up with your lips curved the wrong way and wished I would have went with him.

The waitress that hates me gave me a ride home again so her uncle could close the place down. I offered her one of those Ukrainian kids' cigarettes that I swiped but she said no thanks, and I was glad I had more. She knew this wasn't going to be the last time she did me a favor, the way my track record was but I like to think she doesn't mind too much. I invited her inside but she said she had to run, maybe next time. She told me to try and hurry up and finish school so I could give her the world, and then she giggled and winked at me before she sped off. Back to bed, I had a long day of bullshitting myself ahead of me when I awoke.
 Apr 2012
Benjamin Adams
Become a new person.
Go outside,
talk to others!

Socialize with people you've never seen before.
Deliver some words,
cause some laughs!

Be the one people want to be.
Do the dance,
put on the mask!

Make them think you're not alone.
A commentary on what society (and our inner voice) tells us to do.
 Apr 2012
Shashank Virkud
The pillows you don't use
don't support. They only serve
to suffocate you.

The shed in the yard was a lot
like high school. It stood all awkward
and it was filled with tools.

Flimsy, the tears you shed
and the hate that you bred
at your brother's funeral.
 Apr 2012
Shashank Virkud
Gotta work on
the way
you've
been turning
the wheel lately,
at this rate
you'll never escape,
you'll never escape me.

Whats this,
I hear
you hate me,
all this talk
is making me crazy,
at this rate
you'll never save,
you'll never save me.

I'm lonely and you owe me,
I'm lonely and you owe me,
I'm lonely and you owe me one.

I wanna fall
into your arms
and say
"just for tonight,
let me pretend",
but you
won't even
let me in.

I'm lonely and you owe me,
I'm lonely and you owe me,
I'm lonely and you owe me one.
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