Anticipation
Wait for days that never come
Freedom seems so close
Seems so very far away
Minutes go by but days never do
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
DEFEAT
Death's cold embrace looms
Et tu Brute? You were betrayed by those you thought you knew
Friendless
Easily slipping away into nothingness
Any hope of a Last Stand swiftly flees, leaving you without a chance
Tired, you lay down your head for the final blow
Et tu Brute? You were betrayed by those you thought you knew
Friendless
Easily slipping away into nothingness
Any hope of a Last Stand swiftly flees, leaving you without a chance
Tired, you lay down your head for the final blow
Monday, April 12, 2010
FLAME
Freeing faith from the bondage of darkness
Like the last lifeboat off the Titanic
Anchoring just before the storm
Making it through to the end
Entirely safe while you watch the world burn
Like the last lifeboat off the Titanic
Anchoring just before the storm
Making it through to the end
Entirely safe while you watch the world burn
Friday, April 9, 2010
BALBOA
Brain dead, I hobbled through the door. I was a zombie: no brain functions were working, no thoughts raced through my brain. I vaguely noticed the car, vaguely noticed my siblings. I was a member of the horde of the Morning Undead.
"Almost out of time!" my mom exclaimed, stepping on the gas. Out of another life, I remembered the school clock was minutes behind ours. The car rolled to a stop, I stepped on the wet grass. I waited in the middle school until the bell rang, and then I rushed to the high school. Unfortunately, the AC was cranked up to the max. I was a member of the horde of the Morning Undead.
Lethargically, I picked up my pencil and started the first problem. I shivered, my wet hair freezing to my scalp like a drip of water on a cold winter day. The weather here is anything but winter. I finished the next problem, I continued to the next. I was a member of the horde of the Morning Undead.
"Borrow me a pencil, will ya?" someone asked, I reached for my spare, still half asleep, and handed it to him. "Lend me a pencil" I muttered, "lend me a pencil." I sat back up and finished another problem. Almost done. I was a member of the horde of the Morning Undead.
"Only a few minutes to go," I muttered to myself. I finished the last few problems and stuffed my books into my bag, staring at the clock, willing it to change its digital face, anticipating the bell ringing. When it did, I returned to the middle school. I was a member of the horde of the Morning Undead.
As I passed through the door, the second bell rang, but I had a good excuse, so I went to the office for a pass. I coolly stated my name and my next class. I headed up the stairs, my zombie-ism forgotten. I was a member of the horde of the Morning Undead no longer.
"Almost out of time!" my mom exclaimed, stepping on the gas. Out of another life, I remembered the school clock was minutes behind ours. The car rolled to a stop, I stepped on the wet grass. I waited in the middle school until the bell rang, and then I rushed to the high school. Unfortunately, the AC was cranked up to the max. I was a member of the horde of the Morning Undead.
Lethargically, I picked up my pencil and started the first problem. I shivered, my wet hair freezing to my scalp like a drip of water on a cold winter day. The weather here is anything but winter. I finished the next problem, I continued to the next. I was a member of the horde of the Morning Undead.
"Borrow me a pencil, will ya?" someone asked, I reached for my spare, still half asleep, and handed it to him. "Lend me a pencil" I muttered, "lend me a pencil." I sat back up and finished another problem. Almost done. I was a member of the horde of the Morning Undead.
"Only a few minutes to go," I muttered to myself. I finished the last few problems and stuffed my books into my bag, staring at the clock, willing it to change its digital face, anticipating the bell ringing. When it did, I returned to the middle school. I was a member of the horde of the Morning Undead.
As I passed through the door, the second bell rang, but I had a good excuse, so I went to the office for a pass. I coolly stated my name and my next class. I headed up the stairs, my zombie-ism forgotten. I was a member of the horde of the Morning Undead no longer.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
POETRY
"Probably, Mom forgot us," I said to my brother as we were waiting for her to pick us up from school, " She's been known to do it before." He agreed, and sat down. we waited for my mom for what seemed like hours, but must have only been minutes. Finally, my mom pulled up, and we ran to the car. "What are you?" I asked her.
"On Time," She replied as we hopped in, she drove slowly to the house. "Eight minutes late," I informed her. I instantly realized how stupid I sounded. Face-palm, I thought. We pulled into the driveway, and I ran to the door, my heavy bags beating against my legs. I sat down at the table, finished my history homework, and pulled out my English homework. I had finished half of the Acrostic in class, but I was stuck.
Every time I tried to thin of a paragraph for the letter "O", I came up with nothing. Writing an Acrostic is harder than it looks. I tried again and again, but I kept failing. Eventually I put it down for a few hours, and I tried to finish when I got back.
Try as I might, I couldn't figure out how to continue. I threw solution after solution at the impassable walls of poetry until on finally got through. After fixing up some loose ends, I continued onto the next letter.
Relentlessly, I attacked the next few letters, the words gushing from my hands, my pen flying across the notebook. I could feel the end of the poem approaching, I could sense it, from the words I was writing, from the careful phrases that I chose. I knew that I was almost there. I wrote the last few sentences.
"Yes!" I exclaimed when I was finally finished, I took a look at the poem that I had finished writing. Satisfied, I went on to finish the rest of my homework.
"On Time," She replied as we hopped in, she drove slowly to the house. "Eight minutes late," I informed her. I instantly realized how stupid I sounded. Face-palm, I thought. We pulled into the driveway, and I ran to the door, my heavy bags beating against my legs. I sat down at the table, finished my history homework, and pulled out my English homework. I had finished half of the Acrostic in class, but I was stuck.
Every time I tried to thin of a paragraph for the letter "O", I came up with nothing. Writing an Acrostic is harder than it looks. I tried again and again, but I kept failing. Eventually I put it down for a few hours, and I tried to finish when I got back.
Try as I might, I couldn't figure out how to continue. I threw solution after solution at the impassable walls of poetry until on finally got through. After fixing up some loose ends, I continued onto the next letter.
Relentlessly, I attacked the next few letters, the words gushing from my hands, my pen flying across the notebook. I could feel the end of the poem approaching, I could sense it, from the words I was writing, from the careful phrases that I chose. I knew that I was almost there. I wrote the last few sentences.
"Yes!" I exclaimed when I was finally finished, I took a look at the poem that I had finished writing. Satisfied, I went on to finish the rest of my homework.
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