Stephen Bahl (nedu) wrote,
Stephen Bahl
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Poetry

I need some more filler to complete this whole ending the journal thing. I've saved most of the poems I've written over the past few years, and most of them only one other person has actually seen. I guess I was too insecure about putting them up here. Whatever. I don't feel that way now. So here they are...

I wrote this one in the morning while sitting in my empty trigonometry classroom instead of studying. Don't ask me what it means because by now, I've probably forgotten.

In a Moment of Weakness

In a moment of weakness
My mind betrayed me.
For one weak moment
I blasphemed our sacred cows.

I thought I could and should aid
All those who suffer.
My thought was that I
A mere mortal, understood.

But I am a fool.
They are God's children,
Not mine, I am told.
Big Brother knows best.

In a moment of weakness
I dared to inquire.
For one weak moment
My thoughts ran off on their own.
I thought I might know better
Than the collective.
So foolish I was
That I challenged our old men.

What made me think this?
My wisdom is not
Greater than the world's.
Big Brother knows best.

I am sorry, my comrades.
You thought it but a moment.
Surely my weakness had passed.

You were blinded by your strength.
You were taken by my sham.
I've planted the seed of doubt.

The next moment of weakness
Will be your own.

This one is unfinished. I don't know if I'll ever finish it. I never gave it a proper title, seeing that it's unfinished and all.

We are falling apart.
But do we even want to
stick together anymore?

Could we just fly apart all at once?
And into what if we could?
Could we collect all of the pieces?
And would we then rebuild ourselves?

We did this for a reason.
We can undo it with a reason too.
What will be our decision?
Perhaps there will be an endless cycle.

Anabolism and catabolism.
Until we figure this thing out.
If we ever do,
we'll blame you.
This one is sort of halfway between being a standard poem and the lyric to a song I made up. But I'm no composer, so I guess we'll call it a poem.

Can't Stop

You can't stop him from learning.
You can't stop him from growing.
You can't stop him from changing
You can't stop him from knowing.

And if you would try, then you would be
The worst person he would ever see.

You can't stop her from falling.
You can't stop her from failing.
You can't stop her from hurting.
You can't stop her from ailing.

And if you would try, soon you would see
The worst person you could ever be.

You can't stop them from quitting.
You can't stop them from shunning.
You can't stop them from balking.
You can't stop them from running.

And if you don't try, then you won't know.
What to do, how, why, or where to go.

You can't stop me from dreaming.
You can't stop me from trying.
You can't stop me from breathing.
You can't stop me from sighing.
You can't stop me from gasping.
You can't stop me from reaching.
You can't stop me from grasping.
You can't stop me from teaching.

And don't you dare try. Don't even dare.

You can't stop us from holding on.
You can't stop us from letting go.
You can't stop us from catching on.
You can't stop us from saying so.
You can't stop us from finding out.
You can't stop us from doing the right thing.
You can't stop us from walking out.
You can't stop us from anything.

And don't you dare try. Don't even dare.

And finally, that silly one I wrote on Facebook, although I forget what the exact context was.

Influenza Love Song

Binding with you is so easy. I don't want to bind with anyone else but you.
You are my little influenza baby. Oh yeah, I'm down with the flu.
I positively get such a sensation, from your sweet negative-sense ssRNA.
Fever and chills. Pneumonia that kills. But honey, I still love you anyway.
I break out in sweat and I cough, when you touch my epithethial cells....
Grab my sialic acid sugars. Influenza never kisses and tells.
I want to hold onto your hemagglutinin. I want to be with you all night long.
I love you, Influenza darling. That's why I wrote you this song.
I want to take you in my endosome. And I think you catch my drift.
But you're moving too fast for me baby, what with all your antigentic shift.
You are my one and only. Queen of the Orthomyxoviridae.
Horses and geese. Chickens and pigs. Influenza, come back to me.
See my Influenza baby—on the electron micrograph.
Just you wait until my antibodies catch you. Then we'll see who has the last laugh.
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