and so it snowed inside

home at last

friends

serious poem.

this is a serious poem.
sweater of red christmas light
cut my fragile member
she was reading her poetry
she was reading her life out loud
LOUD LOUD LOUD
i really like your poetry
call me
i dont know her last name
i think she gay
i just dont know
definitly a conversation i ve talked about before
my friend leah who cant talk about sex
dont make me expose myself
that will be the first thing i ll say
she frequently walks around naked
i ll show you some sexual education
however the fundamentals have remained
no one will tell us whats wrong with her
shes definitly not coming back next semester
its all down the tubes
its all below my standards
we should make a list of your standards
id have to think about it
i ve nevr thought about it

must be emotionally fucked
large breasts
however the fundamentals have
the fundamentals have remained


by:
Tim Hollinger
Whitman Littlefield
Emily Sheehan
Annie Lindenhovius

poem.

reading between the lines

i cant tell the difference between

whats real and whats false anymore

i ve never been good at reading between the lines

three lives

in the past four months

i feel like i ve lived three different lives

boxing

Syracuse vs. Geneva

georgetown

vonnegut

things

he asked for his things back

i wished i would have remembered to give them back

before he asked for them.

magical productive hours have passed

shaking my right leg rigorously helps me concentrate.
the up and down motion makes me feel like
im accomplishing things at the same speed of the movement
by things i mean 20 page papers
that i leave until the last possible moment.
working under pressure is almost thrilling in a painful sort of way
the hours between 3:30 and 4:45 am
are always magical productive hours
past that point, photographs and blogs
are allowed for quick distractions
quick distractions usually turn into procrastanation
thoughts of wanting something else also comes into mind
just to get through this
waiting for messages from the boy who is probably sleeping
is nothing but frustrating
melted candles, scattered notes, cups of tea, music to stay awake
a wandering mind is hard to keep focused
cigarretes can only pretend to cure

college

is running drunk girls

autumn

choosing sides

a lot has changed while i was gone

i dont know what side i should be on

dress up

6 months ago

I left the city 6 months ago.

everyones gone their separate ways.

graffiti fret trains

the graffiti fret carts remind me of the superficial life ahead.

I dread the drive back.

balance

everything is always sugarcoated or covered in salt

waiting for that balance will take much too long

Dubai - last summer