For my lovely Debate Partner Sneha
(2014)
This is day 13 of my month long Rondelet marathon! I wrote this in light of procrastination of my debate partner and I! I understand this is more of a personal level poem so, my apologies.
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I’m not tired— alternatively, I’m forfeit. I’m not tired; Sleep won’t solve this I’ve acqui… Problems luring to their orbit
An instrument of chipping glaze an… Though it is seldom played in pres… the wear of glee’s remnants tint t… Dust glides through the air, drift… The open window disturbs it’s peac…
In sleep he dreamt of blissful thi… These soured, made his mind a tain… He says, there’s nothing more to l… I should’ve stopped the struggles… The warrior confides his festering…
Aches that echo through every land for all ages. Aches that echo through all people that time has e… In old bare Ireland it raged,
Tu es nicht mehr, bitte, Herr, weil ich kann nicht. Tu es nicht mehr, bitte, die Schmerzen sind sehr sch… Weisst du wenigstens Augenblick,
He’s a 'poet’ but most would rather call it pros… He’s a 'poet’ Still somehow nobody knows it. Literary elements? Close.
All I’m known for is indignancey Unilaterally, that’s all I guess. Dilated perceptions since infancy Righteous soap box preaching to br… Even though the rest, my peers, wo…
Write one a day; A verse that explores all cycles. Write one a day. Structure takes the mundane away. Creativity is viral
You must be bored, without a playmate to contend. You must be bored. Tricks connect me to you, tight co… Feel free to fiddle, feeble friend…
My wheeled tribe’s steel-hog trip Has now peaked in the valleys of d… On Glaciers, glossed by dew. Stil… Though this frost does surprise th… Bear-grass can grow despite
It is silly. Really, please, to me pay no mind. It is silly. I watch longingly, yes, creepy, But I see you to her be kind.
Steam rises From falling water’s collisions. Steam rises Coagulates, coats, chokes: Sizes Me to just a condensation
Arbitrary and, I guess, insignificant Arbitrary makes me revolutionary. One time around, for me, glinting
The urge to do. Yearning to start, with much zeal. The urge to do. Yearning to finish, with a coup, Or without, I will always feel
Your contentment is an illusion Not to say your existence is bulls… But it’s hardly reality as it shou… We all have heard some persuasion of what manipulates us, it