An Academic Encounter pt 1My peers and I waited in the second floor hallway for our professor to arrive. She was very punctual, though rarely early. Some people stood, but I sat, leaning against the wall with my backpack to one side, and a cup from the campus café to the other. Some people rushed to wall-clinging crowd minutes beforehand, while I had been lazing outside the door for more than half an hour. I excitedly anticipated todays class.She hands back our essays today, right? someone asked.I think so, came in response. I smiled to myself; I knew for a fact that she would.As I shifted my apathetically watchful glare from student to student, I noticed how they bundled up against the breezy Autumnal air. Sweaters and jackets covered their upper frames, some sporting faux furs. Styling boots adorned feminine feet, and a pair of hands here and there were hidden in patterned gloves. For me, the length of my long black socks were bunched a few inches above my tennis shoes, a
to AshesAshes to Ashes,Retif! Retif!You should seethe boots this girl walks in.Elegant high heels,black as soot,black asAshes to Ashes,Run! Run!Do I lower my chances,looking this way?Can't be, can't be.How can I go lower than zero?The first floor, orthe tenth floor, it'sall the same in aburnt down building,it's allAshes to Ashes,More! More!In the heat of the moment,should I get that warm,would I call it "desire"?No, I'd just say it wasan intensified momentof my constant state,cold asAshes to Ashes!Lust to Dust!I'm dead on the inside,dying on the outside,blown away likeLust in the Wind
Two AM Runaway D2Her view spun like vertigo. The room was her own, but it wasn’t right. Things were spilt, broken, and the walls looked dilapidated. Her father stood at the window, and her mother sat on her bed, perhaps plaintively. She grappled for sense, and found lucidity in her dream.She struggled to find consciousness, to be freed from the suffocating paralysis of her own listless body, stuck watching the disorienting scene. They spoke, but it was intelligible. They had knives in their hands. Her vision faded, and the words “She’s fucking gone” blasted in here ears.The electric light of her bedroom stung her eyes. The dream dissipated as she grew more awake. We wondered why her light was turned on as she let her tightly squinted eyes adjust. She rarely slept with it on. Her heart was racing, but she wasn’t sure why.With a small grunt, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Looking up, she felt her body jolt. She pressed her back against the headboard, and a hand reached u
Sea Breeze: WindwardThe morning tidescome crashing,come crashing:Where does the night end?On the twelve of the clockface,or with the first splashes of sun?Antemeridian wavesbring in, take away;transitioning darkness:Where does a love end?When the relationship breaks,or when you stop thinking of her daily?White foam left,drains into wet sand,melting footprints:When does a life end?When the blood stops flowing,or when everyones forgotten you?Times changing beach,new sand, old sand,feet sinking andhands skyward:Where does an arm end?At the fingertips,or at the point of my pencil?If I died tonight,here would be my final message:And where does a poem end?With the closure of the last line,or when the piece finally leaves your mind?
Conversing with SnailsIm going to the supermarket, I told my roommate, pulling my arms through the sleeves of my jacket.Its 1:30 in the morning.Yup.I had never walked to the store, day or night, but it couldnt be more than a mile or two. I had slept all day, and that always made me productive at night. I had already done my laundry, and I needed groceries.I walked. Cars drove by. People passed. It was nighttime. Ill spare you the details.I spent about half an hour in the grocery store. I meant to be able to cover my tab with the twenty I had in my wallet. As they say, never buy groceries when youre hungry. I paid the fifty dollar bill with my debit card.I began the twenty minute walk back to my dorm. Hello, hello, hello, I said to no one, as I walked past an apartment complex garden. I was in a good mood.Hi, came a shrill voice in a bush. Before I could respond, the voice continued. Im a snail.