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CAHSEE

22 Monday Dec 2014

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Relentless introspection is to _____ as dripping is to _____.

A) self-discovery, stalactite formations
B) self-hatred, Chinese water torture

Trying to please others is to _____ as boiling water is to ______.

A) selflessness, steaming tea
B) insecurity, steam burns

Worrying is to _____ as mosquitoes are to _____.

A) self-improvement, the ecosystem
B) self-hatred, malaria

The Color of the Wooden Sky

19 Friday Dec 2014

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anxiety, fear, poems, poetry, writing

Going on my first date in a few months later today, and I started writing (not that the poem is just about that, of course). I don’t know how much of the poem is salvageable, but I do like a line or two. I may even keep them!

Everything you want is on the
other side of fear.
but what is that?
Acid or aphrodisiac
adrenaline, a heart attack
the color of the wooden sky,
the knowledge that you live
to die.
Is fear what gets you out of bed in the morning,
or what keeps you in?
Fear, fear, fear
a helpful sin
(in small doses.)

Finals

18 Thursday Dec 2014

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anxiety, college, finals, poems, poetry, studying, worry, writing

Finals comes softly creeping;
stress steals my hours sleeping.
Oozing ink and dripping sweat
I fret and fret and fret and…

fear bleeds too

18 Thursday Dec 2014

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who can smell
her body’s own perfume?

termites gnaw ventricles
into afghani caves
labyrinths bleeding with would-be freedom fighters and
misguided martyrs

listen now to the strange cadences,
to the screams that reverberate through you,
standing waves in your heart strings.

bitterer than iocaine, this
wormwood.
and like worms in wood
it makes you, invisible
creator.

but fear bleeds too.
bite a coin–any coin. (all coins
are fool’s gold.)
no copper in the penny but the
shimmer in your eye.

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