May 5, 2011
Crowded message boards fill
Three complicated stories of
Freshman girl gossip,
Loud music,
And me.
With a man cave of a lobby,
This scented
Breeding ground for texts,
Not the academic kind,
Will surely crumble
In the summertime silence.
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May 1, 2011
Ageless, or rather
Every awkward age,
Every noise,
Every cage
They clang on top
Of my head,
My bed groans
Under the weight
Of so many sounds,
Pillows clash like cymbals
Against both ears,
But as I mash my mind
Against the mattress,
I wait to hear
Something interesting.
