#applications
Emails, scribbled notes with sentences you can’t read, and lectures transcribed to text.
Lines memorized- written, spoken- now forgotten. Do it again. Again, again.
Meet in the library, speak in front of your peers- type on the computer what you see and hear.
Log into your account at home, food on the tabletop- untouched and cold. Blue light blur my eyes all night.
I missed your deadline- your message- your voice. Forgive me for lateness… I’m sorry if it’s rude.
Please accept me- my apology, my manners, my application.
Accept me- I’m more than capable. Please understand.
Look at my signature to **** myself. I wrote it four years ago. Your contract… what does it mean now?
You’ll refer me to someone else? Oh, okay I love this game!
Refresh my memory, timeline, and inbox daily, hourly, and between every second.
My meetings, lines, speeches, steps, breaths and beats rely on your patience.
Thank you for your consideration!
You understand I have no other options right? Oh okay you do? Perfect! You’re just an admissions counselor- you can’t do anything?
Okay… where do I start?
How can I put my life back together in less than one year?
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 5:53 PM UTC
I am not micro soft
I have full access
to excel
as a publisher
My outlook
does not sway
I am a hot male
Let's interconnect
Paint a picture
from my visual studio
It's in the works
do you see my power point?
I have more than one drive
There are teams of forums
that share one note
inside my power shell
Time to connect
at the edge
I azure you
Lets groove to the music
WORD!
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
College applications are done
Acceptance acceptance... acceptance
Fill out forms
You're in, that's good
Recommendation letters
A b r e e z e
But oh dear.
Scholarships.
They need what now?
SS what's that Number again?
AndohmyGodifIhavetowritemyname
O N E M O R E T I M E
You have my email!
Address upon address,
didn't I just look at this?
IT DIDN'T SAVE.
Start again.
Breathe.
College will be
as the applications.
Easy?
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC
What is this maze?
Of questions
I am trying to go through
But there are nothing
But dead ends
Trying to make me look bad
Either way I go
I hit another dead end
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
She stared blankly at the computer screen
With its flickering screen of judgement.
What are you looking at?
Silence. A screensaver.
Enough of that sass.
It was finally complete.
Her hair wearing its disheveled frizz like a badge of honor
From all-night typing
And two pots of coffee
Where her comb-fingers turned the smoothness of her hair
Into a stress-reliever
As she muttered madly to herself
(But quietly, so as not to wake the roommates
Who slumbered in their honey chambers
Away from the heart of her hive of activity).
She had buzzed all night
On a caffeine-high
That made her hands tremble
Her muscles ache
And her eyes hate her.
And now
With too much to do
And a limited time to do it in
She had to keep buzzing.
Coffee *** number three was carefully stored
In a travel mug
That she clutched to her clavicle
Just to keep the warmth that much closer to her hyped-up heart.
She made her stops at offices and libraries
Retrieving promised letters
And printing the labors of her night intensive
Before she could finally deposit it
Behind the glass windows
Of the scholarship office.
This is too much work for less-than-ideal odds.
But she had no time to dwell
On the gamble she had made
And paid in hours of wakefulness
And the inked-up peelings from tree corpses.
She rushed from class to class
Where she tried to speak in coherent sentences,
To dance with sharp choreography,
And to contribute to society
But her body hated her
Because she had betrayed it
And deprived it of the only thing that it truly loved in this world:
Sleep.
It would have its vengeance.
It would have its vengeance when she was old, creaky, and could no longer move.
But for now, her body made do with small rebellions
To demonstrate its displeasure.
Sentences were not sentences
And every turn, leap, and twist
Made her think longingly of sleep.
And her body laughed.
But at long last,
The sun set
The girl slept
And then the sun rose.
And this continued to happen
Many times.
It rose and it set
It rose and it set
It rose and it set
Until she had forgotten
And her body had forgiven
The sleepless night.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC