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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Number one thing on my List, point of life? No str… Number one thing guides my Wishlist. Pulls my life… I have found it, in man compressed
Mundane gossip somehow considered a classic. Mundane gossip with spats of meaning, it’s a toss… between significance and plastic.
I am sorry that my mood has been so curdled. I am sorry I can’t remedy what ails me. The dispassion come from hurtles
Why go outside when one can buy what the world sh… Why go outside? Rain sounds far better when I’m d… Perhaps one can’t smell the roses
She waxes and wanes; Waxing when emboldened by time. She waxes and wanes; Waning when She humbly refrains. She fades to little more than a li…
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
Misunderstood assumed to be a heretic Misunderstood unable to accept what he should; counter to his religion picked—
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
Runaway vein why must you escape their blunt pr… Runaway vein one would think you would restrain fluidity to blood that flows
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
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…
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,
I write sorrow It’s no matter how much I strain. I write sorrow. My scripts cast over by shadows. Lyrics I compose show pain
Violence cycles Both within lands and between them… Violence cycles Through lords of loss, maniacal. Leaves ruins of nations dim,
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…