Walking through the twisted paths of life
No one knows what our destiny would be
Leaving a few just to meet new people here
This is how you begin your college life

Peer pressure of studies enters into your life
But try to feel this on the right time
Text books aside and you start enjoying here
This marks the essence of your college life

Teachers with changed masks to explain life
No doubt only a few get ready to listen
The cruel fine policy and crazy test sessions
This is the dark side of your college life

Roars, giggles and laughs penetrate into life
You realize that tears are also to be shared
You fight, play and compete with each other
This is the change introduced by college life

Don’t forget the memories installed in your life
Everything would get engraved till you leave
Maturity fused with naughtiness, you will find…
This is what makes you love your college life

“Every beginning has an end”; is the law of life
How would you feel when you will depart?
Confused emotions of happiness mixed with sorrow
This is how you detach yourself from college life

I Think You're Cool
But I Dont Like It When You Act Like A **** Fool
I'm Still In School
But I Dont Care About Age
But We're Still In The Friendship Of Stage
You Wanna Get To Know Me Then Just Ask For My Number
Maybe i'll give It to you Or Maybe Only In The Summer...
Hint That This poem Is For
The One Who Is Being A Big Pervert And More...
Matt...

Walking 'cross the campus green,
Feeling forgotten memories' weight,
Educated in a suffering I had never known,
A senior fisherman using freshman bait.

Your laughter still grates me to the core,
The discarded apple Eve tossed in the dirt
Without apology to soften the throbbing regret,
With every ignorant hope that cupid's arrow beget.
Losing life, losing  heat in a cold sweat sleep,
With each day since, I've never felt so low
As the  morning after that sweet night in Fall,
For from lust I had fallen, soul sullied. Eyes swollen
Because you used me in a way no one ever has
And had not the heart to pretend to care that
I wanted to love you
                                                ... a hard truth to face.

*And though stronger now, my knees still shake,
Struggling through shadows, lost in your wake.

Everyone I kind of have a problem with goes here/ visits here
It is nice and far
It gets all snowy and mushy

I like the tunnels
It is a kind of
Inside
Outside
Safety and Exposure
Nice and Warm
Cold and Fresh

The wind
The big dancing snowflakes
Calm hallways
Instant hot water

Dumb boys
Cute boys
Confusing boys
And of course dumb, cute, confusing boys

Professor, I was in the hospital all night
with a morphine drip;
shaking and crying as they
poked and prodded.  Really.

The ambiguous nature of your Philosophy class
makes me dizzy—
so I decided to find the meaning of life in a Starbucks cup,
frothy foam, and the banter of friendship.

Yes, Professor, I realize that I missed out on some key terminology,
not to mention a stimulating lecture
on the importance of faith, but

isn’t faith too personal for these stark walls,
your icy dissection?
I find more meaning in the pews of the local Catholic church
even though I am a devout Protestant.
Plus, the topic of Christ as a battering ram
did come up over my second double latte.

Certainly, Professor, I understand the importance of regular attendance.
I missed out on the chance to participate in colorful discussion—

not to mention how each of my comments is torn ear to ear,
scrutinized, or shunned altogether.
This room becomes larger by the word.
I much prefer this cozy table with its international
creamer choices.

Of course, Professor, I deeply value this class:

*It fulfills the Literacy requirement for what I really want to study.