Paxton

The Following poem does not necessarily align with the beliefs of The Varsity News

History, why must you repeat yourself?

 

Ancient democracy, crumbling, cracking under the

Weight of time. History, what foul game do you play

With two souls of lovers torn apart. Achilles, Patroclus,

Floating down the Styx, finally reunited or maybe not,

history won’t tell. The Greeks being geeks and the romans...

We’ll always think of them. From crucifying to criticizing,

No one can escape the clutch of time.

squabbling in the palm of the past,

I think, what is the point of fighting, no one will ever actually care,

We'll only be words in a book if we’re lucky, for kids to study and stare.

Not fully experiencing history like we did, the fall of two towering buildings,

The rise of violence, then the fall of a man of uncivilized nature.

History not caring to nurture us enough to learn from the past,

Caeser relenting to relinquish his power, to Napolean not giving up,

To a modern American, hell bent with pride, blindly leading, and bound to fall.

History never warns the future. History; you were the kind of sibling to watch

As the future burns itself, and then, only then, sneer, careful, that’s hot.

I would never consult with you on the present.


Lauryen Casey

 

Tell me you love me-   

  

Tell me you love me more than the earth  

Than air   

  

Your first breath as the creaking screen door swings open  

Frayed and useless   

That one night as I was moving the rocking chair out to the porch   

And pierced the mesh  

Opening the door to the fluttering moths   

You step out   

The fresh hug of morning   

Welcomes you   

  

Tell me you love me more than the sun   

  

You found a love for its siren   

Its sting  

As it slaps you in the face   

And I hold your hand   

As you flinch and flut   

As night waltzes away   

And the rays of day saturate your blinds   

  

Tell me you love me more than the stars  

  

More than the ones that will never be found   

Those lost in the infinite   

Those that when astronauts float,   

They gleam just the slightest   

And are overlooked by the Milky Way    

With the fluttering of shooting stars as their butterfly wings take them across the sky   

You once looked at me as an astronaut would   

And once you found that I could gleam and glow   

I was your Sirius   

Until your journey continued and I was stuck   

In the cement of the beyond   

Looking at you the same I did the day we discovered one another   

My gleam weakening as my longing grows stronger   

  

And if the cherry blossoms have rosier cheeks   

Then mine dusted in the paint the sun sprinkled onto me   

And if the lavender smells better than my Chanel   

And if the kiss of morning is softer than mine   

(The sun doesn’t need Burts Bees chapstick)  

And if my cardboard brown eyes don’t twinkle like Sirius,  

Don’t flare and flash   

Like a ribbon of magnesium caught in flame   

  

Tell me this is more than a silly teenage romance