I was randomly talking to Dane today, whom I haven't spoke with in like forever, and somehow my writing abilities came up. He said I'm a pretty good writer, I objected on the grounds that I haven't written a thing in forever. Both of us agreed that most of my previous writing was angst-based. So I went to dictionary.com's word of the day and picked the first cool, applicable one I could find which turned out to be halcyon. 
halcyon \HAL-see-uhn\, adjective:
1. Calm; quiet; peaceful; undisturbed; happy; as, "deep, halcyon repose."
2. Marked by peace and prosperity; as, "halcyon years." 
noun:
1. A kingfisher.
2. A mythical bird, identified with the kingfisher, that was fabled to nest at sea about the time of the winter solstice and to calm the waves during incubation.

So, I thought it appropriate to capture the feeling of my summer days, and more generally, my lazy college days in poetry. Unfortunately, it took me about an hour and a half to come up with. As of now, I think it's fileable under the "finished since I'm too lazy to write the rest" category. I wouldn't be surprised if many poets used that in their lifetimes.

Halcyon Days

A calming bird, taken for granted on the horizon,
Paints blandness as a vanishing point.
Making sunsets and sunrises routine
And everything in between.

Till they all seem the same,
Marked undeniably by monotony.
And a sense of bluriness
blurred with all the sameness.

A mark on the calendar with no lines;
Driving on a road with no lines
Makes swerving in and out rather pointless,
But not everything is pointless.

[

mood

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confused

]

It is not my cowardice that impedes progress, but simply uncertainty.

[	mood	|	calm	]
[	music	|	My roommates are loud.	]

As I face the future, and the complex has gone,
I am haunted by closeness come along.
A present presence that sighs,
It is simplicity we seek, after all

But in reality, it is impossible.
The closer I get, the harder we'd fall.
The closer I get, the more regret would pull us under.
Easier by comparison means easier torn asunder.

Waters to be lost in,
They are far and frequent between.
Depths charged with secret emotion,
Submerged explosions beneath the ocean.

The surface is perceived calm,
No evidence of the underwater storm.
But for a brief moment, and in that brief moment,
The change of the tides rings the new song.

Right now, there is something hugely amiss. College is fine, even the food is fine. But there is this one thing that I think I want right now, but I'm not sure of. It feels like when I get suckered into wanting some technological gadget and then all I can think about is getting it and forget about the price. Well, there definitely is a price, and I have enough rationality to look into the future somewhat and see what that price may be. But still, I can't help but feel that odd sense that's there at all times. I think I know it will be impossible. I think I know that it would never work. I suppose that never stopped anyone though.