Reasons Why I’m Hot - Sri Nath Kurup

Hey! My name is Sri Nath Kurup, and I am a rising Sophomore from Spring Valley, New York, with a major in Political Science, intended concentration in Criminal Law, and intended minor in Philosophy and Law. I am a huge fan of storytelling, and from poetry to creative writing, to Dungeons & Dragons, you can catch me writing and narrating. On campus, I’m a member of Phenomenal Voices, Mock Trial, and of course ARCH! In my free time, I’m reading where it’s sunny under a pretty little tree, or chatting with friends while watching a show. I am inspired to write by the belief that every story holds a world of experience. By sharing them we move these worlds into reality, reflecting the parallels of our own lives and helping people who need to see themselves through such an auspice, not a mirror.

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Yeah I’ve got a lot going on

I guess the greatest thing about me is

I’m hot

Yeah I’m hot as hell

I’m like a fire, burning hot

An ineffable star shining bright

I’m so great I could be a supernova

Blast heat across a galaxy

At the expense of only... me

But I’m not like everyone else

I don’t just RUN OUT of fire

I never lack the heat or passion

Necessary for the too many things I do

No I pay the price in performance

Take the tithe from the spark of my life

And I’ll lose longevity to make the light last

I never need an energy drink

Or a full night’s sleep

No I’ll just lose years of my life

And hours of my day

Miss the people that make my world move

Forget the tasks that pay my taxes

I sunder my self-preservation

With graphite and wood

And my kindling never runs out

Because I’ll always chop a day for myself out of my schedule

I tell myself I’ll never run short on fuel

Consistently consuming to fill my appetite

And empty my soul

Sapping strength from my sinew

And making frail my skeleton

I wake up every day sweating

Having burned the midnight oil

Having spilled it on myself

And always risking self-immolation

I stay warm the rest of the day

A fireplace for friends

And every cold breeze

feels like a blizzard to me

So I break apart my attention

And spark it with the energy I never give myself

And I fuel my fire even longer

Even stronger

I will never run out of fire

I will never run out of fire

I will never run out of fire

But I may run out

I just hope that after I’m gone

The fire of my flesh and blood

Keeps someone warm

For one cold night

And it could be you.

I mean, you’re pretty hot