Semantics - Fall '07

I found Clemson's magazine when I was going through boxes of stuff I brought home. Here are a few of my favorite things I read in it.

Faith

Will Garrison

and when

you thrash upwards

gasping for breath, 

and your head breaks the surface,

as the truth fills your lungs,

perhaps you will find

everyone that you know

still underwater,

sitting contently,

believing in air

and drowning.

Whoever

Stefan Berkowitz

this world is funny, but

it doesn't make me laugh

my love has roots, yet

holds naught on its behalf

it's free when not in need

my eyes have never lied...

my heart is built on more

than faith that people hold

I can open wide my world

and show you my tremors

even when you can't help

but afflict with every breath

'cuz I do enjoy ruin

it lends honor to mirth

and makes a path for you

...whoever that may be

Hang On

Dan Ubilla

Wait.

Stop.

Did you make sure you weren't being followed?

If so, the jig is up and it's back to classroom apathy

And late night miseries.

There's something funny about the way you stroll

Into my point of view,

Not calm, but smooth.

A visual drug reminding me I don't have to be alone.

Pull the curtain from the pole.

Down the rabbit hole.

Late.

I'm late, so very late, but you'll learn all my faults soon.

Fashionable entrances aside, I'd lose my cool for you.

Action

Dan Ubilla

May the cameras roll and record every move we make tonight.

I can almost feel this town burning with every indiscretion.

It's as though we're all aware of the men and women that we'll be

And how these hours will be publicly denied but privately celebrated.

These regrets are tailor-made and laced with modern apathy.