Ventomology

17. Hindsight In the moment, I am fire. I spark and glow, burning with a thousand questions, feeding off the tinder of a hundred answers. My eyes turn bright, and ...

16. Exhilaration Bend, and you shall feel the tension of your body, your pink-red sinew, heart, and blood, holding you safe in preparation. Push, and you shall feel the compression ...

15. Stuck The problem with design is that it wrings me out like a wet rag, forcing every drop of energy from my porous skin, the fabric creases of assignments ...

Haha I'm in class the whole day on Monday so might as well submit now. Sunday Sonnet No. 2 Our meetings fill my mouth, my mind, my heart with food ...

14. Sunday Sonnet No. 2 Our meetings fill my mouth, my mind, my heart with food and words exquisite on my tongue. The fire of spices burns when we speak ...

13. Antsy Why must it rain in the dead of spring the weekend I’m free of work? Unable to lounge in the sunny quad, spring fever will drive me berserk. ...

12. Relief I am so pumped to rest that I jitter with exhaustion, stretch with lethargic excitement, leap, grand jeté style, into bed, and collapse with the boneless force of ...

11. Too Tired to Write Poetry The spring rain patters on my window at midnight. I walked home in it.

CW: language. I was really feelin' it this fine night. 10. Terror Fuck Murphy's Law. My heart stopped, and my blood ran backwards, and I felt tears dribble over my ...

God I relate so hard to this. Hyperbole/overdramatic phrasing is just so good.

I know that's not my report about wells and geology, but also. WELLS. V cute!

9. Irritation due to Sleep Deprivation To the idiot on floor four: Please do not cook at two in the morning. I know what you’re thinking. “Oh, I was just ...

8. Lonely The studio has its dimensions painted on the walls: neat, black serif numbers on a dirty beige. It is twenty-five feet wide . (seven-point-six meters), fifty-five feet long ...

Guess who definitely 100% used her laundry poem for April Madness.

Haha this is probably the most out-there poem I've written this month, so maybe a bit of a risk. But at least someone will get a kick out of it, ...