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Avantika Poddar Poem
30 January 2021
The prodigy has turned prodigal
Making silver spoons out of gold medals
While the hearsay deepens about clandestine meetings
I fix myself a plate of pity party, for I know nobody
I don’t even know myself
The prodigy is now pedestrian
Crossing roads without a care
And I lost track of time ages ago
In blue screens and daydreams
So I fix myself a plate of pity party, for there’s nothing else to do
Especially now that the world is broken
And I can’t find the version of myself I lost in the chaos of trying to find myself
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for Sue, forevermore
(Tribute to Emily Dickinson and Susan Gilbert: an attempt)
You remind me that I’ve got blessings to count,
Albeit disguised as despair beneath daisies --
You remind me that there’s no grace in saving face,
for the truth comes out eventually --
You remind me of an old familiar body ache,
One that lingers intermittently; causeless --
You remind me of mystery in a murderous ploy,
but the truth bends easily --
You remind me of everything and nothing at all,
A violent outburst that calms my soul --
A sole firefly in my darkest of nights;
Alas, I can’t put out the fires you’ve set in my garden of lies --
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I bottled up all of May and tossed it in the pool,
Threw away my journal just to talk to the moon.
They thought I'd lost my mind, but I was just being a fool,
But July really beat the blues out of June.
And I wrote pages on love, lies, loss and love again,
I read Gatsby, cursed Daisy, and wished on a plane.
Although my hands gave in, and my thoughts gave out,
there were always words left unsaid, whether I wrote or not.
but one day nothingness graced my head,
I searched for words but I was all spent.
the day nothingness grew on me,
I was not putting out fires, or chasing gasoline -
but I knew I had escaped the deadlock,
when I finally had that writer's block.
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You helped me put a name to a face,
And I kept my phone on like a porchlight,
For you to run home to when you just couldn't decide.
But that was before our glitter turned to dust,
and my words still fueled giggles before your mistrust,
It was good before you learned to burn in your afterthoughts.
So I won't jump start this car if you don't force shut this down,
I think you owe this to yourself now, my friend.
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So go ahead, do what you do best
Disappear without reason, leave me holding onto blind faith
I guess we're forever stuck in liminal space
I still wish you nothing but the best
For we had our fun, picking cherries in the night
and cutting corners through hellfire
I wouldn't have it any other way
So much fun, putting names to faces
8 different names to ring a bell through the pages
I really, really wish you chose to stay
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To ask a stoner about the universe
will teach you more than a monthly subscription
about love and lies and free verse
take what resonates, and act with conviction
To live for the hope of it all
will teach you to feel it in your nerves
but don't stare too long at the mirrorball
and take what you get - get what you deserve
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