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Face buried deeply in a book,
Someone walks by, casual second look.
Line by line,
I’ll tell myself “I’ll be fine”
The mantra as of late,
In classroom or on second date.

The world may blur,
Just as speech starts to slur.
Too many nights too late out,
After all what’s college all about.
Snap out of it,
There’s a paper to submit.

Oh where to find distractions,
Instead of memorizing stupid chemical reactions.
What about that girl in class,
At this point anything to help time pass.
I’ll just keep chasing dreams,
All the while coming apart at the seams.
Written for my Poetry Class. Prompt was to observe someone around campus and then write a monologue based on what they are doing/feeling.
Born of sun’s affection ‘pon ****** brow
Where the ghost of lust traces its hand
Passions doth rise, as shadows slowly now
Delicate but sure as the sea on sand
Haunt as you will now, desperate dreams
Of puppeteer, the one who pulls my strings
Mere images, simple thoughts it still seems
Upon this eve of pensive sleep here springs
Ever present a reminder thereof
From the whitewashed waves, timely it doth rise
Amid the stars to rightful place above
Higher, higher and to the heavens it now flies
Once again now within the sight of all
I have tasted of love and seen its fall
Written for my Poetry Class. Prompt was to write a Shakespearean Imitation.
White clouds serve as my only company.
In a world far above lonely ground.
This metal cabin with walls of cool metal.
All between me and miles of open air.
Heart beating faster as we climb higher.
Farther from Earth but closer to living.
Living far more than with feet planted firm,
On that secure ground far, far below me.
Red to green the signal light now flashes.
Just as my life then does before my eyes.
Open air to greet my body, I fall.
Weightless but for the wind to remind me.
Flight is for the birds, of course except now.
Gravity as my only intention.
Written for my Poetry Class. Un-rhyming sonnet meant to show a believe-able act that personally has not been experienced by the author.
You rain down words like blows,
Battering, smothering, until nothing shows.
Reminded now, drops streak the glass,
The storm has yet to pass.

You lash out now,
Forgone promise of where or how.
Scathe me with every word,
But what hurts more, is simply unheard.

Cast from seething eyes,
A gaze from which even Hope shys.
Dire commination,
Spells only ruination.

There hate burns the brightest,
Aroused by pain in the slightest.
As ember to tinder,
Leaving naught but cinder.
Written for a Poetry Class. Was told to create abstract imagery of "hate" along with the use of the word "commination". Commination - "The action of threatening divine vengeance".
Sun baked streets,
Somewhere, where a child's laughter
And warm sand meets.

Waves lap at an endless shore
Rolling, leaving treasure there, after
Free from burden, left to explore

Kaleidoscope on the beach
Cast in outlines of man
Bright as hurried speech

On again reuniting
Where friendships began
In one another's company delighting

In Endless Summertime...

The day may set
Moon in place of sun
Still no reason to fret

By steady moonlight
Not to be outdone
Passions now ignite

Just as seasons pass
So does the day to night
On water smooth as glass

Sails stand tall
Gliding in purest white
On perfect horizon, they seem so small

Stories may be told
Of times not planned
Of wanderings uncontrolled

Memories made, so sublime
Filled with sun and sand
In Endless Summertime...
In moments between thought
I face the ruin passion has wrought
Peace found in a moments respite
Only then, old pain I re-invite

So fall on me now,
Suffocate my mind
Breathe? I forget how...
A pain so kind

As to come and go
With brevity it rent that which I knew
Peace for a while, although
Destructive it grew

Watch me at my highest high
Now move on, while my dreams die

Though in contemplation
I face my ruination
By my thoughts own design
My destruction I define

Just as you once said
"You'll think yourself to death"
Echoes in my head
As fades my last breath

Peace...As Destructive as could be
Now washes over me
Cool, flows the breeze
Woven in trees
Regal, clad in gold
By the sun's fading light

Or the leaves dying embrace
I cannot say

The crunch of leaves
Scattered like memories of summer
Makes me miss
Summers warm kiss

Apples in the Orchards
Football on the Television
Families 'round the fire
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