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Anais Vionet Aug 29
Today was the first day of class.
You should have seen all the people.

Everyone couldn’t have had class, some of them must
have been gawkers, the types that slow to watch
flat tire changings and car wrecks.

Some were carrying maps - freshmen.
Like student drivers they clogged the paths,
drawing a few looks.

They gaggle together like geese,
Jeeezus - shut UP and get ON with it, freshies! I thought.
Not ungenerously - I remember being lost - back in the day.

I have class, myself - in both the intrinsic sense - of style -
and in the “research for credit” ‘check in on the first day,’ kind.

Still, we’re parading, and I’ve always loved parades.
My one regret is that there are no mimes or elephants.

ok.. poetry..
Stress is somewhere in my propinquity.
See, it’s known to stalk this vicinity.

I’m not a freshman, so it hasn’t struck yet,
but when it does, and it will, you can bet,
that initially, it will shake my tranquility
and end our start-of-year festivities.

It will creepily creep, destroying my sleep,
until I prove my scholastic resiliency.
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Songs for this:
Violently Happy by Björk
Schoolin' Life by Beyoncé
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 08:27.24:
Propinquity: a nearness in place or time (a synonym for proximity).
Leydis Nov 2017
Silences

Those extended silences between us,
that ‘yes’ that really means 'no'.
that voice quietly crying,
wanting to say without words,
to describe in one single truth-that feeling
that has been overpowering the echoes in our chamber.  


That forced voice that is silent,
that silenced our bodies,
which placed them in the desert,
in that desolation, in that despair,
where we allowed our love to dwell in.  

That silence, that came to be, the only thing binding us.
That space, where you can hear the fearful rumble of the changings winds.... our love.
There, where the birds sing praise to the lackluster,
where white is black,
and
the crimson red of our starved passion vanished with our lost dreams –
which never woke up from the deafening silences in our room.  

Those heedless silences that deafened us.
That inaudible, impassive,
unwavering and relentless silence,
that muffled out the sounds of those words…..,
those words that could have changed
the course of this love.  

That silence that silenced the 'I love yous'
that reverberated the walls of this relationship.  

That silence that took possession
of the only voice we had,
because one of us was silent for so long,
forever silencing
this grand and perfect love

LeydisProse
10/10/2017
https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
Jackson Jan 2019
She left
Like dynamite-
Explosive
And loud.
Slamming doors
Fireworks of slurs
Screaming that I'm to blame.

It took me
Four changings of seasons
To realize
It was my fault
Like it's the clouds fault
For raining.
Outside forces like her
Creating bad atmosphere
Until it all comes
Pouring out.

— The End —