Language

Tags

college, education, engineering, experience, math, poem, poet, poetry, relatable, school, science, SirCharlesThePoet, university

I leave my math and science classes.
Everyday
Convincing myself to switch.
Majors

Each class: a different language.
I don’t understand
One that mixes my sand,
Over stretch my brain
Far passed too sane to know.
I am now insane

Languages my whole life-hood
Was never prepared for.
Not to any extent

Like setting fire to a saint,
My knowledge, intelligence:
Control center
Is dumbfounded…
Or found itself dumb

Too ashamed
To be astonished,
Too puzzled
To resolve
The Greeks and Romans
I am expected to resurrect,
The ideologies and theories
I am expected to real-eyes.

Because real-eyes realize
These numbers and letters and signs and cosigns
Don’t sympathize.

So I’m left with black-hole eyes
Convinced.
I don’t speak the language of my demise

IG: @Sircharlesthepoet

Advertisements

Still, I Procrastinate

Tags

college, dream, habits, Moon, nature, poem, poetry, procrastinate, procrastination, Sleep, write, writer

This is something I wrestle.
At night, under the darkness, I nestle.
Although I beg for sleep,
Worldly desires snug me tightly.
I complain, I revolt, I beg
For sleep to toss a chance

Then, I look to the Moon.

A Being that fidgets not,
Doesn’t turn its back on us,
Nor its silent promises.

So why do I turn my back
On my promises?
I struggle to gain control
Yet, I drown it below.

The moon teaches a lesson!
I revolt.
So here I am: struggling late night
Dreaming to rest with its light.

IG: @Sircharlesthepoet

A College Friendship Story: Semester Friends (Snippet)

Tags

attention, college, consistency, friends, friendship, hopes, lost, meaningless, semester, stability

I taste the wind
I sense the sand
Have you yet begone,
My semester friend?

(Semester Friends)

A scarcity of time.
Vast procrastination,
Such distraction–
I lack attention.

I seek consistency
Perhaps stability,
But we produce:
A change in the winds
The rolling of sands–
My companion,
Let’s be more
Than just semester friends.

(Semester Friends)

 

 

Stay tuned for the release of the full poem this Friday (12/22/2017)

IG: @sircharlesthepoet

Amir’s Late Again

Tags

college, late, poem, poetree, poetry, post, school, tardy, wordpresspoet, write

Amir’s head sleeps next to the window
So with the sun, she can rise.
But when rain or snow falls below,
The sun wears a cloudy disguise.
Too bad Amir never bothered
To buy a mechanical alarm
Cause, by the time she had showered,
She’ll be as late as a rooster-less farm

IG: @Sircharlesthepoet

Sleepless (by @O at the Edges)

Tags

bed, college, no sleep, nosleepteam, poem, poet, poetry, Sleep, sleep deprived, writer

Sleepless One night exhausts another, layering sheets and blankets, wrinkles and folds. Oh, the body wants to still the mind, and shedding this weight, float freely through the night. Your memory of sleep’s touch withers as you lie there, absorbing the fan’s pattern. How wonderful, then, to finally drift across the room and settle […]

via Sleepless — O at the Edges

The Last Bite (Poetry)

Tags

college, education, Heart, Passion, poem, poet, write, writing

I live for Thursday afternoon dinner,
At the Crossroads Culinary Center.

Orange Ginger Chicken mopping my tongue,
Salivated between my molars.
Oh, if only my stomach could bare the vastness

Almost makes worth of
Pointless lectures;
Endless tortures.
I will look forward to full-fill-ment,
You, pursue accomplishment.

Sesame chicken, passion expression
Library sit-in.
Look to yours, and I’ll find mine

I’ll find mines of Gold in my soul
Hopefully, there’re treasures in your goal.

Copyright © 2017 by, Charles Joseph Augustin

Dead Intellects (poem from the upcoming digital book, “How I Escaped Engineering School”)

Tags

college, death, digital, engineering, freedom, intellectual, poetry, writer

Somewhere
Along that avenue,
Education became about
Who could endure the most all-nighters
Study biology,
Which teaches
The self needs sufficient sleep…

The irony:
One must kill to live
Two must burn
To feel quenched.

“Enough is Enough!”
Followed by,
“Let’s give it one more try.”
Constantly jeopardizing our health
For a goal cursing our wings
To this earth.

“Study harder!
And you shall fly,
Little bird”…
Or die

Or experience a dead flight
Because,
Raise your hand if you can
Honestly
Say that your after-life is
Worth the years of bathing
In the cold dreaded mud of education

Some of us
Have died so many times
On that road to “Success”
That all we see in the mirror
Is an Intellectual Corpse.

Copyright © 2016 by, Charles Joseph Augustin

Classies (part 1)

Tags

class, college, distractions, faults, girls, poem, poet, poetry, series, student union, university, writing