As Written On Yellow Pad

Poems that I write in class. About what happens in class. Sort-of.

I.

Unmoving bodies. 

Falling pictures and eighty leaves

of a log-book.

Mirror images, a person A and B.

Completing a mile

in fifteen minutes.

I am unhealthy.

II.

Yellow lined paper--

lines moving, swirling into snakes.

Pens clacking on a desk,

stippling dots on a euglena.

Forgotten labels and fine lines drawn.

There is no mirror, I don't see.

III.

The silence may be deafening.

We speak what isn't ours to take.

Apple trees forget that they were once

seeds from a fruit.

A fruit of their mother.

Apples don't grow here,

but the language of which apple

is said, does. 

IV.

A sharp droning voice keeps me awake

with caffeine and sugar. 

I see a sky on the ceiling:

a sky with many stars.

Falling to hysterics

on a choking cookie.

A puddle of water spills into an ocean.

Author's Note

I wrote these in class, when I was supposed to be taking notes. Well, I did. I just got sidetracked for a bit. Can you guess the subjects? Number four is lunch :))

Reviews

[Legolas]

Amazing job. Let me see... 1. math? 2....english? 3. science? 4. yes of course, lunch:) wonderfully written

[R.O.M.E.T.S.I.]

Wow. Thay's all I can say. That's amazing. I indentify with it all, especialy writting poems when taking notes. I like your quote. I didn't know any one els knew that song.