Ventomology

21. Sunday Sonnet No. 3 I wonder at your mind’s capacity for organizing details so minute, a filing cabinet storing all it sees. It must be far too full to ...

Even I can't tell if this is ironic or not. 20. Self-absorption The mirror whispers in my ear, murmurs sweet nothings like a quiet flute arpeggio, and blows a soft ...

cw: language 19. Incensed Dear Adolf Loos, asshole extraordinaire, you are not the shit. Did you ever wonder why we lost construction literacy after industrialization? Maybe it was because white ...

18. I really want to pick a fight What is a filter but poison to my brilliant, true stupidity?

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!