Three Minutes.

Today.
September 20, 2008.
8:33 PM.


Wrote two short poems for Humanities 1 class last Thursday.
I finished typing these at the stroke of 10:03 on the laptop watch.

Now that's what you call cramming. XD


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SOLITUDE


I feel
the winds drift
away from the lands
away from memory
to a gale
where dreams stay
to contemplate
misery

Sitting on one side
of a filthy road
basking underneath
the heat of the sun
frying me
like sundae
on Wednesdays

I squint upon
gazing at the horizon
and so I hear
the minute keys
of a distant piano
that never existed
but blares on

Everything sinks in
yellow skies
tranquil puddles
grasses sway
to the turbulence
of the breeze
and the fact
that I feed
on solitude

When in fact
it feeds
on me


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AND A LAPTOP


Living in a dormitory
I am accustomed
to sharing my college tribulations
with my five roommates
and after four months
I discover
it was better this way

Three minutes after ten
and I still succumb
to type a poem
and I fear
that by exploiting my material
I will seem
all too amateurish

Four open windows
on my left
and a sleeping Drew
on my right
and then
just then
I begin to feel
the urgency
to rush
to Humanities class

A poem ends here
but not my hopes
of exulting my words
for as long as there are hands
and a laptop


I am alive



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