Best Syllabuses Poems

Someone
Somewhere
Met something
And for some reason
He somehow
Froze
So says some
In a time where man gets reconstructed
Physically modified
Mentally damaged
Where some and one
Plural and singular
Join to make an unknown person
Someone
Where some and how
Answer and question
Join to make confusion
Somehow
Well sometimes some things
Are somehow set so simply 
Such that they make...

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I’m a tightrope walker, strung between 
the hedonistic abyss of winter break and 
the unforgiving canyon of organic chemistry.

The stack of spring syllabuses are a prophecy whispered 
in Latin. The story they tell haunts my dreams - wherein 
each biochemical is a monster lurking in...

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There’s an old joke, “Procrastinate now, because
the sooner you fall behind, the longer you’ll have to catch up.”
Ha ha.

While a lot of students around here, even the good ones,  
are procrastinators, I’m a diagnosed pre-crastinator.
I obsess over syllabuses and start things immediately.
I've got rough...

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Darkness has pressed up against our lattice windows. Classes start again in the morning. I’m being reabsorbed by college life. I’m a planner. I’ve been going over my syllabuses, repacking my bookbag, charging my power banks, checking and rechecking the assignments due tomorrow. After watching...

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I have rituals
for the first day of class
like a superstitious athlete 
they get me into a good frame of mind
where I feel like a juggernaut who has total agency
and I don’t need to seek validation
It’s a moment in time

I have all my books—stacked on my...

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I traveled almost everywhere, growing up. It took years. The landscapes, flora and fauna, the art, music, cuisines and curse words all seem to blend together in my mind.

Mount Fuji, the Rhine, the Himalayas, the Chattahoochee, Shenzhen, Washington DC, the Alps, and Appalachians, Moscow, Beijing,...

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As I stood in the car,
Traveling from the airport to Oulu,
I could hear the radio,
Where the speaker
Was speaking in finnish;

I could not but notice that foreign accent,
And those repetitive sounds,
In every two syllabuses
Of «tt»
And «kk»

It is needless to say,
That I could not understand one word;
It...

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