"drumlin" poems - Hello Poetry

I was sitting on the ledge that borders the outside of drumlin hall and what if I just leaned back what if I just leaned far enough to f a l l would someone catch me and I always think about this stuff like today when I was driving to class I thought why not just swerve the wheel left and gun it into the iced over lake instead I kept 55 still alive in the right lane still have a chest heavy full of pain because I have a time frame and stupid obligations like class and a degree and the pursuit of making a life for me head towards taconic hall with grateful deads "ripple" blasting through my headphones droning out the noise and bustle of all these people in psych203 my ink pen runs out during the exam so I shake it hoping it will write more about the paradigm shift and collaborative efforts. I rack my brain for answers but all I can think about is getting a different writing instrument so my essay is half black and half white impression on the page the product: an interracial answer head to Hudson hall for coffee might save the life of me, but instead I see that group of guys who spew cat calls and looks of googly eyes sizing me up and down veer left instead of right to avoid shameful clowns outside my breath makes mist outside my skin makes for an unworthy protection against the cold so I hold ground what would be up without coming down say bottoms up say stay ****** up say upside down say what comes around goes around because as I tread on, some other girl in knee high suede is swamped by those kids.

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Oct 20, 2015

Oct 20, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC

alexis-9

I attend, community C01L£g€.

I was sitting on the ledge that borders the outside of drumlin hall and what if I just leaned back what if I just leaned far enough to f a l l would someone catch me and I always think about this stuff like today when I was driving to class I thought why not just swerve the wheel left and gun it into the iced over lake instead I kept 55 still alive in the right lane still have a chest heavy full of pain because I have a time frame and stupid obligations like class and a degree and the pursuit of making a life for me head towards taconic hall with grateful deads "ripple" blasting through my headphones droning out the noise and bustle of all these people in psych203 my ink pen runs out during the exam so I shake it hoping it will write more about the paradigm shift and collaborative efforts. I rack my brain for answers but all I can think about is getting a different writing instrument so my essay is half black and half white impression on the page the product: an interracial answer head to Hudson hall for coffee might save the life of me, but instead I see that group of guys who spew cat calls and looks of googly eyes sizing me up and down veer left instead of right to avoid shameful clowns outside my breath makes mist outside my skin makes for an unworthy protection against the cold so I hold ground what would be up without coming down say bottoms up say stay ****** up say upside down say what comes around goes around because as I tread on, some other girl in knee high suede is swamped by those kids.

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I live far from crops my mind remembers growing. did we have harvest? My family had farms once at least. What were your kin? the great grand oxen? There is a cottage upon the drumlin yonder it is not my home

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May 7, 2015

May 7, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC

didiot-vynberber

Haikus and Farms (a tribute to MF Grimm)

I live far from crops my mind remembers growing. did we have harvest? My family had farms once at least. What were your kin? the great grand oxen? There is a cottage upon the drumlin yonder it is not my home

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An utterance A manifestation An animation Simple silence Malignant migration Brilliantly blind benign Lumpy grouser Projecting a gaslit shadow Lambasted silhouette Crooked contorted glimpse of reality Line strung; hung languishingly in a beguiling brume ~............~ Slim plastic blast pack Cardiac cavern, mimicking the undulating spree of the metronome Selfish inclination Selfless mutilation Intrepid imp Gullet fluttering with love's gestation Inevitable indigestion Retching the wretched Peristalsis current Acrid slurry Piquant palate eternal Melding the morrow Flavorless aggregate collective ~----------~ When will I die? Sooner is truer than a second longer ~----------~ Listliss vivacity Sloth like drumlin Upward lurching fixation Stiff and frozen between the knees Descending the function of speed and time Caught in the current of a concrete stream Molecular progression Atomized and pass through the neddels' eye ~-----------~ When will I live A second longer is truer than sooner

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC

Fimfivver

Swift Stunted Shift

An utterance A manifestation An animation Simple silence Malignant migration Brilliantly blind benign Lumpy grouser Projecting a gaslit shadow Lambasted silhouette Crooked contorted glimpse of reality Line strung; hung languishingly in a beguiling brume ~............~ Slim plastic blast pack Cardiac cavern, mimicking the undulating spree of the metronome Selfish inclination Selfless mutilation Intrepid imp Gullet fluttering with love's gestation Inevitable indigestion Retching the wretched Peristalsis current Acrid slurry Piquant palate eternal Melding the morrow Flavorless aggregate collective ~----------~ When will I die? Sooner is truer than a second longer ~----------~ Listliss vivacity Sloth like drumlin Upward lurching fixation Stiff and frozen between the knees Descending the function of speed and time Caught in the current of a concrete stream Molecular progression Atomized and pass through the neddels' eye ~-----------~ When will I live A second longer is truer than sooner

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