This is to all the all-nighters and the late nights spent “studying”.
In a land full of chameleons
Will you stay true to your color?
Release your own vibrations
Turn your head, follow your path
Quiet your mind, follow your heart
Are you willing to repeat the art?
But flick your brush slightly
Give your stroke a different meaning
Like the one on the ceiling?
In a world filled with anchors to drown you
Close ties to friends and family restraining your will
Will your adventurous mind be bold?
When success is whispered in the dead wind of the night
And failures echoing from mountaintops, on the back of eagles
Where do we find courage?
How does a spark burst into a blaze of glory?
Such story, the sun seldom tells.
As the goal approaches clarity, the path pursues alignment.
But as your path reaches alignment,
Comrades stray with the world
Into the woods; the gleaming fields of proven promises and fortune-telling.
So, are you lost?
Or have you found a calling among responses gone astray?
Have you found your way? When all around are losing theirs?
Hold on to your glimpse of light
Strive with every effort.
Cause realities might change, but your Destiny Remains.
I’m a poet. Although I rarely speak about it, my number one goal with poetry is to help people around the world learn English. I want students to read my poems to learn and cultivate their English, and to practice critical/creative thinking. If my poetry ever does anything remotely impactful, I would be very satisfied if it were that (especially since that is a ridiculous goal!).
Since the start of the Covid-19 pandemic, I’ve been having Spanish and English Zoom lessons with some friends in Argentina. Yesterday, one of them who is also an English teacher in San Pedro de Jujuy, Argentina, invited me to virtually participate in one of her English classes. Her students were developing their English by reading and analyzing my poems, that I have posted on my poetry blog. Honestly, it’s a good thing that I was asked to speak English during the class because I could not express all of the emotions I was feeling in Spanish.
Poetry has changed my life. I am very far from it, but another thing that I want to do through poetry is to build schools in places around the world where formal education is scarce. Poetry has given me a new world, and in these tough times, I am happy that it is allowing me to give back to the world.
I never asked for the girls to snap my neck:
Why I never made it to class.
I never asked for the bus driver to be funny:
Why I always miss the stop at the student union.
Digging clouds to find my destiny,
Each hit, breaking a piece of different shape,
God never blessed my consistency.
Or was I in the lecture hall,
My head higher than the projector.
So it was hard to see
Maybe the optimist
(and I mean the proud)
Are begging for pity
In their rich successful laughters,
Fists bumping in the air
And voices penetrating
As if they’re the only ones there.
Learning math teaches
There’s a different way to solve every problem.
So you can get lifted, or settle with buzzed
Don’t know how, but this part of life is solemn.
The assignments mean our life is due—
Why they call it a deadline
We’ll be dead if we cross that line.
So we dance all near it
Then, entertainment down right before the second.
Not yours, but call it our lifestyle
I leave my math and science classes.
Convincing myself to switch.
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:
Or found itself dumb
To be astonished,
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
So I’m left with black-hole eyes
I don’t speak the language of my demise
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
I will look forward to full-fill-ment,
You, pursue accomplishment.
Sesame chicken, passion expression
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
After many late nights and hours spent discussing and laboring over its various aspects including editing, formatting and so on, I am proud to present to you my book, “How I Escaped Engineering School”!
“How I Escaped Engineering School”, is a digital book comprised of personally written pieces that form a record of my battle with my engineering major during the fall semester of 2016. It was a painful semester since it was during this time that I came to the realization that I could no longer pursue my dreams of becoming an engineer. So, just like I often do in times of trouble, I started writing.
A letter to the Engineering School at the University at Buffalo is where my written story begins followed by 18 poems that were written over the months compromising my last semester as an Engineering major. These poems, written during the impossible exams, after a class or in my room, speak of my emotions of desperation, pain, confusion, and final acceptance of my situation. I believe anyone who has experience these raw emotions, which I believe is all of us, will be able to find something within these pages. Especially those individuals who have chased after something or fervently pursued a dream to end up finding themselves at a dead end where they must start all over again.
It is with this that I say a sincere thank you to all the people who have supported me during this process and a special thank you to Ariana Castagna for all the energy, effort and time that you’ve dedicated to the creation of this book.
The book will be released and available for purchase on March 10th, 2017 at the link below. Once again, I am immensely grateful for every piece of support sent my way!
I’m me, who are you?
Do you skate, do you dance?
Do you look at a person’s mind like taking a glance?
Do you find yourself on the half court and still take a chance?
Do restrictions hold you back? Do you climb the fence?
First day, we hope for an easy pass. We’ve been hoping ever since
We get caught and bs-on-the-spot. Ain’t got time to plan in advance
You don’t walk into class and hustle
You don’t say something in Latin as if you were fighting evil
Do you argue in seminar like you’re in a battle?
Or declaim and take everyone to another level?
Do you wear a tie knowing you came from the ghetto?
Do you get hungry in class and eat cereal?
You don’t know.
We wake up expecting struggle
But walk down graham and smile when others say hello
We think it’s bad…badder than the devil
But this is TBLS so, are you going to lose or win this war like a pro?