POEMS
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"Unshed" (11)
My eyes droop over with unshed tears
They do not fall because I'm too lazy
I wish my pencil were sharper while writing this
"Jumping" (12)
Being chilled as I am
Now
In this wretch'd class,
I see my supposed
Benefactor
Grading my work.
The black smudged salmon-colored
Tiles
Call for My attention, the
Smudges made by Insolent Sneakers.
Currently working on
Rough Drafts.
Cold cold cold, I declare;
And still my hair betrays
Me
By being unable to trap in warmth.
Being chilled as I am
Now,
I'm pretty awake
And I like
It.
"School" (13)
The Ceiling is speckled like an Egg.
Lights loom over like Apparitions.
Monotone silence steals my Awareness,
Forcing me into a Humming Blank.
Exhilaration comes with the movement of
The Clock,
And we spring free as the masses fill
The Hall.
"Stress" (14)
The Knife Jabs in the Blink of an Eye
Invisible Blood Drips from the Wounds
Scratching with Nails is Dandy
Invisible Marks leave Light Pink Trails
Unable to see what is so Damaging
One tugs at their Curly Hair
Grinding Flesh against a Cheese Grater
Screaming Silently as
Invisible Bits fall into a Bowl
"Distractions" (15)
Looking at the Dirt under my nails
I wonder how I allowed it to get there
Curiously, I smell mint and
I conclude that someone is chewing gum
Fake orchid-like flowers grace an upper window
Tapping brown boots make no sounds
Restless black sneakers sway and I see Him
Leaning against a Green notebook
Pretty interesting things to notice as I
Drone out her words
"Date" (16)
Clammy fingers twitch
Nervous smiles dominate
Shy, Appreciative eyes graze
Confident steps and easy conversation
Emerge
Giddy giggles and mischievous looks
Hands clasp, no longer apprehensive
A wondering glance appears as
She awaits her kiss
"Detention" (17)
William Shakespeare's grin
Mocks me.
A coffin-like cabinet sits in the corner.
An orange door and staircase are
In view.
Ah, the Typical white walls with marks
Dominate the room and there are
Spitballs
On the ceiling.
"Hell With Windows" (18)
You see her talking with him
Laughing with mirth in her hazel eyes
She gives him a slightly skeptical look
Blinking once, her glance turns more
Intimate; something you don't want to see
She looks down suddenly and then back up again
In a flirtatious manner
She smiles softly at him
Her hand is resting lightly on his and she leans forward
To whisper soft nothings in his ear
You die inside, but she is totally unaware that
With each smile and small caress,
She pokes at your heart with a semi-sharp spoon
But she was never yours in the first place because you'd
Missed your chance
"Child" (19)
Innocence at its purest
Untapped and unmeasured
Tiny fingers and Tiny toes
Soft fragility in your midst
Ponies and Cowboys and tutus and tiaras
They fill your world with awe
High-pitched laughter and High-pitched screaming
Never a dull Moment Is to be Found
Protection is an immediate symptom
Your arms ready when they see monsters
But have no fear, for they see Glitter
And a sweet Grin forms in their Sleep
"Enduring Perfection" (20)
Sometimes our lives are too Much
To Handle, but we Endure
Why do these experiences occur?
The Drones of the world Float around with
Clasped Hands
We all pray for better lives
We all imagine the lovely home life
We see ourselves as we want to be, but
Nothing is Perfect
