Untitled Useless-ness
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| Proclamations of an Individual |
NCSU: Free Expression Tunnel
Every word has a story.
Every bottle has a different hand.
The color of the hand doesn’t matter.
The age of the hand doesn’t matter.
The country where the hand was conceived doesn’t matter.
Every single spray is precious
On every square inch of this simple concrete lies a statement
Each painted layer is so complex,
Words overtop words,
Proclamations of people dying to be heard
Anger, grief, jealousy, heartbreak, frustration
or
a burst of happiness. | |
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| Judging Thinkers by their coffee beans |
He sits there,
Pondering his life
Or maybe just deciding who to vote for today
Holding his red holiday-spirited coffee with a firm grip.
Brown boots taping lightly to the beat of the music
playing off in the distant background
Every once in a while he’ll take a sip of his coffee
And glance around the room
At the other thinkers.
Glancing at me too.
Behind him,
4 workers serve the thinkers
Feed their bodies with caffeine
Keeping their bodies fueled.
In front of him,
The pouring rain
Gusts of winds every time someone enters
Then they sit,
And think.
What could they all be thinking about?
Are their kids far from home?
Are they thinking about their jobs, or lack thereof?
Maybe they’re just being peaceful…
Why am I so judgmental? | |
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| Senior Year |
15% computer battery left
estimated time- 10 minutes
100% English paper left
estimated time- 2 hours
75% Statistics homework left
estimated time- 20 minutes
90% college essay left
estimated time- 1 hour
0% brain power left
estimated time- ∞ | | Tags: Free Verse |
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| As One |
To all those nights in your car
Blasting and singing blink 182
Like life would end at dawn
You and me together
To all those cold winter weeks
Wrapped in each others arms
Like molecules of water never to let go
As the asymmetrical snow flakes drifted to the ground
To all the times where every moment
Was amazing when you stuck by me
Like peanut butter to jelly
Even if the sandwich we were in wasn't quite perfect
To the summer mornings
Waking up to the sound of the waves hitting the shore
Like a meditation soundtrack on nights full of insomnia
Followed by thoughts of us in the morning
To waking up with my phone by my ear
Still on the line with you
Like a leaf barely hanging on to its branch
About to separate from its past
To walks at the park
Holding hands and never letting go
As one. | | Tags: ode |
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| I Am For You |
I send myself to you
Yes always and always
I send my love to you | |
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| The Leaf |
Such a beautiful leaf is now just another crunch
Under a cross country runner’s shoe
Or a tire of a pickup truck delivering potatoes
Before the crunch, you could see all the veins
You could tell it was breathing by its beautiful array
Of crackles and such a bright color green.
The texture was rough on one side
Yet so smooth on the other
Some specs of brown probably caused by a bug.
Why is it laying on the floor all alone?
Was it the wind that tore it from its branch?
Was it a caterpillar that chewed it off slowly?
or did it just feel like letting go?
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| He'll recite his excuses... |
And when I see him
I'll tell him what's been on my mind
all these sleepless nights.
He'll recite his excuses
Put my tail between these legs of mine
like I do all the time.
I can't live my life
knowing she'll be in his arms each time I blink my eyes.
Know what goes on behind my back every night,
afraid I'll never leave,
afraid I'll never know what's good for me. | |
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| Waiting. |
I didn't sleep last night.
I was hoping you would be there to comfort me.
The Red Sox losing Saturday only made it worse.
I was hoping you'd be there for me.
But instead I just stared at the ceiling
blasting Bayside into my headphones
holding my phone waiting for your text.
The text that never came.
i am as dead as the battery of my iPod. | |
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| Red Sox |
Red Sox
The bright green grass glows
by the brown, soft dirt.
Out by the Green Monster is where
the intensity is higher than ever.
Out by the Green Monster is where
Diehard fans hold their old baseball gloves,
hoping that Youk will smack the ball
into their $1,000 dollar seats.
Hoping that Youk will smack the ball,
the diehards chant “YOUUUUUUUK”
While number 20 takes a deep breath
and watches the infamous ball get closer to his bat.
While number 20 takes a deep breath,
he wonders what the pitch will be.
Is it a strike or is it a ball?
Youk pulls back, so it’s up to the ump.
Is it a strike or is it a ball?
The pressure is on the man in the black.
He calls it a strike, even though it was low
Rage grows in every fans body.
He calls it a strike, even though it was low.
Youk takes a deep breath and just lets it go.
He watches the pitcher again.
The count is 3-2 – What to do?
He watches the pitcher again,
as he repeats the steps to swing the bat.
Over and over in his head,
just like he has been doing all his life.
Over and over in his head,
he goes through the motion.
It’s time to swing the wooden bat.
The pitcher lets go of the ball.
It’s time to swing the wooden bat.
Number 20 watches the ball soar over the Green Monster.
The $1,000 dollar seats finally become worth it
when Youk’s ball flies into the old baseball glove.
The $1,000 dollar seats finally become worth it
when the diehard fan who got the lucky catch
can remember that day on the grassy field…
The greatest day at Fenway. | | Tags: stanzas |
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| But I Guess... |
Heartbreak is what happens when you become too attached to someone.
You think everything is great and amazing
You feel like you can spend the rest of your life with that person.
But then something happens, and all you can do is cry.
You're all that I hope to find
in every single way
and everything i would give
is everything you couldn't take
cause nothing feels like home
you're a thousand miles away
and the hardest part of living
is just taking breaths to stay
Cause i know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
but i need it | |
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| Lasting Past |
9 hours in an airplane thinking of my past
Time changes and clouds heave by
Such good memories, will they last?
Memories of the places where my childhood lies
Time changes and clouds heave by
I always seem to be stuck in time
Memories of the places where my childhood lies
Ladders upon ladders I’ve learned to climb
I always seem to be stuck in time
Memories of the soft hot sand under my feet
Ladders upon ladders I’ve learned to climb
New faces, new places, new treat
Memories of the soft hot sand under my feet
Waves crashing and going in the water deep
New faces, new places, new treat
All the memories I seem to keep.
Waves crashing and going in the water deep
All the memories I seem to keep
Such good memories will they last?
9 hours in an airplane thinking of my past. | | Tags: Pantoum |
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| The Brother, A Struggler |
There once was a little girl named Lauren.
She had an older brother named Arthur.
Her four person family was foreign,
and her older brother wasn’t like the others.
Lauren’s friends all had older brothers
who protected their sisters from others
But Lauren’s older brother bugged her/
But never, ever in front of their mother.
Lauren remembers, when they were younger,
Every Christmas, cameras would flash pictures
under the tree of Lauren and Arthur.
While Lauren kept wishing she had sisters.
Arthur hurt Lauren more than ever,
physically and emotionally. She cried
while he laughed and thought he was clever.
Lauren would look in the mirror or hide,
she’d hide from the tears and all her fears.
Hide from her mother and her brother.
She just kept listening to her peers.
They all promised her that someday he’d love her.
Years went by and the children got older,
places changed more than the seasons,
and their relationship got colder.
Lauren could never find the true reason.
She kept asking herself why things were this way
and wondering why Arthur never seemed to care.
He only knocked her down and knew exactly what to say.
All this while, she was living in despair.
Then slowly thoughts flooded her mind.
Is this making me stronger? Can I really survive?
Nobody could ever damage her this time.
That’s when little Lauren started feeling alive.
She started adding figures up
And realized that this relationship
(Or lack thereof) caused her to build up
a tough outer layer that no one could rip.
Arthur went far away to college
and Lauren finally understood that
the reason she was put on this voyage,
was that “Arthur thought that she could”.
He wanted to build that outer layer strong,
he wanted to protect her but not let her hang on,
he wanted all for the best yet did it wrong.
He accomplished his goal but they still don’t get along. | | Tags: ballad |
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| Inside Voices |
Working hard will give me more
Running sprints and lifting weights
Winning on and off the court
“If you practice, you can score”
Be the best in every state
Working hard will give me more
“Do well in school.. it’s the core”
Get up early… don’t be late
Winning on and off the court
“Don’t you just walk out the door”
Prize and victory awaits
Working hard will give me more
“If you try to rise… you’ll soar”
I ‘m only what I create
Winning on and off the court.
“Tell yourself you aren’t sore”
Don’t take a break…
Working hard will give me more.
Winning off and on the court. | | Tags: villanelle |
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