Potential Poetry

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Can't sleep;
the cold scent
of my lover
still haunts
the sheets

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Listening to
Radiohead and
Morrissey and the
Strokes.
Ohsointrospective.

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Etching my confession
of love
into the paint of a
bathroom stall

Self-examination

So, today, I got done with my daily shower and looked at my partially-clad self in the mirror. I thought, "Man, I wish I could start new things before finishing the old ones."

I decided I could write a long, introspective, deep, intellectual blog post about that thought. And then I thought that no matter how many other things I could think of that I wish I could start anew before finishing an old attempt, I would always look back on the post and remember that that thought entered my head because I bought a stick of deodorant I am really excited about, but my old deodorant isn't empty yet.

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To get away from you,
I head to the bathroom.
I think to myself, I am quirky,
as I look down at my matching socks and underpants,
both pink, like the bathroom floor.
Spots of anger flame on my cheeks
And I'm too stubborn to come crawling back this time
And I hope I don't do anything stupid
And I think, more and more, that I wouldn't love you if I had the choice
And I think, more and more
And I think, more and more
And I conclude that you're right.
You don't deserve me.

Wasting Time (as per usual)

Listening to: Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A-Changin'
Movie: I'm Not There. Is there anywhere acting finer than in this film? Is it one of the most beautiful I've ever seen on the big screen? Yes. Yes indeed.
Food: Nothing. My stomach is rumble-empty.
Book: Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin. Of this, I am a fan. Wow. Vaguely reminiscent of Catcher in the Rye... except I think Holden is a bit less of a douchebag than David is. Holden just has no direction; David actively (albeit unconsciously) ruins people.

Spring is a time of year during which I cannot breathe. If I owned the world, I would make everyone else walk around trying to breathe through straws. Also, if I owned the world, smokers would be shot for making my respirations more difficult.

Fun Fact About College: I had three weeks to prepare for a presentation I put together last night and gave today. Basically I stood in front of my class for three minutes and talked about Rush... for Greek Mythology.

"To write poetry is not to be a poet. To live poetry, to constantly breathe and feel and excrete it - that is to be a poet." -- Hannah Kane