Carpal Tunnel Vision

Pixels versus pupils pin a hunchback tapestry to my posters. Rainbow diodes distract us monsters from people, flashing lights are the only sign of life in this room. Zombie wrists wrap keyboard scalps, septic hands feeding on and off my brain. Lines of code, coke cans, and lines of coke

10 x 10

Poetry to me is beauty and free! Too cliché I can’t put that dude come on… As cliché that line may be, who cares as long as it is ten syllables, right? Can you help me for real? It’s due today. Here I sit working on what’s due today, Here

Effortless

Like the first autumn breeze,warm and wet from summer’s kissblowing through my heartstringsbreathing melodies like chimesyou came,effortlessly. Like green leaves, relaxinginto yellows and oranges and brownsdrifting from the safety of their fortresses,relief from the rhythm of humdrumyou found me,effortlessly. Like thanksgiving, we gathered at tablesTo celebrate our miracles: each other,cooked

The Life of Pi

            Tonight was the first Sigma Alpha Phi rush party, but the only rush I was getting was in the pit of my decimal. All the coolest constants in my class were in attendance, and since it was the first college party, everyone was trying to get variable for the

When Trees Get Tired

His was a branch that could not ignore gravity’s teasing; his bows overburdened with insecurity finally bowed to their heft, but she reminds him that all is not lost. Her tears fall from cloudy eyes, each raindrop a liquid sentiment, contributes to a rippling mirror, and in the sieve of

Limeade

When life gives you lemons, trade half of them for limes. Tell life that this star shines in the limelight; doesn’t hide in the lemonshade. Lemonade is too sweet a drink to tickle the tongue through sour times, so the next time life gives you lemons pucker up and be

La Clase de Marían

No podemos comprender la moda sin nuestro Gucci Lee, No podemos volar al cielo sin Súperbaby. Con Austin es más fácil buscar nuestro destino, y comprendemos el amor porque tenemos a Avery, la mujer del afecto. Nuestra amiga bailarina Felipa siempre está bailando, Y nuestro amigo Zane disfruta su vida

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