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Poems for the College Crew
Monday, June 2, 2008
2,424
I sit on my bed that is too low, like a child's,
she types on the computer, her back to me.
(We're comfortable like this.)
They sit in another room across the hall,
(studying one last time.)
Tomorrow is the last chance.
After that there's one hundred and one days between us,
2,424 hours until we're back here,
in our comfortable silences and memory filled rooms.
Until then, my dears.
<3
--
Buda
Nights spent somewhere between hate and joy,
curled up on the pile of blankets in the center of the room.
We talk of dyes and bands, hippies andboys
and somewhere in between we came to understand
that nights on each other's floors and fake tattoos
are never really temporary.
--
Em's Puzzle Pieces
550 puzzle pieces and one movie later,
we're closer than before.
While we put the shapes together
bits of our lives went with them
as we somehow managed to talk about
everything and nothing all at once.
You're the only person I'll ever do a puzzle
that has over 200 pieces with.
--
Roomate
"You would kill for this, just a little bit!"
are the first lyrics you ever sang in front of me.
Now our nights are spent with amazing guitar solos and food facts.
Just so you know:
I wouldn't have it any other way.
--
Moe
John Deere blankets were never things of comfort
until I met you the day I locked myself out.
Four hours later Iv'e found an amazing person
who had lived just across the hall the entire time.
--
Multiple Choice
8 AM classes will always suck,
there's no way around it.
But there's no one else I'd rather panic with
until 2Am
over a test we have to take in six hours.
--
Dancer
You scream at my appearence,
causing a fit of laughter to shake our bodies.
I know it's because you were shocked to see me.
Even after that we still blow kisses
and smile at one another.
I don't know about you,
I'm just glad to have one ore person to make coming back worth it.
--
Unlocked Doors
No matter how many times you yell, scream, laugh and run into the room
I want you to know that I'll always let you in
and miss you when you're gone.
--
U Conn Bound
Fuck you, U Conn.
You don't know that you've stolen away
the first wrestling fan I found at this school
And you definately don't know
how luck you are to have her.Labels: poetry
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