The algebraic expression for growing upA Poem by KaliAnnIt isn't exactly finished yet, but I just wanted to see what yall thought of it so far =)Three cups of cheaply brewed coffee, six hours worth of flirtatious telepathy with my bedroom wall, and five and a half minutes until my alarm goes off. Some call them bad habits, but I’ll have you know that I’ve been doing this since the sixth grade and despite my parents’ expectations, I’ve only tripped twice. Twice. Add that to the amount of fingers slammed in doorframes. Six. Then to the number of ripped bookbags destroyed because of overconfidence in the brand name. Twelve. To the number of missing ipods and broken hearts. Thirty-six. Now add up all the empty bottles of black nail polish I have hiding under my bed, and multiply. Two hundred and thirty-six. Maybe I want to step into the classroom with my right leg at an 86 degree angle to calculate the remaining degrees between going forward and turning around. Turning around. Like 360 degrees of a circle. Like finding the coordinates of your standing point, then measuring the distance to your prison of a desk. Multiply by two and there you have the length between being alone and feeling lonely. If I fell down the stairs again, or locked myself in the girls bathroom until lunch time, I could isolate the variable and solve for the equation of not giving up just yet. So add three more cups of cheaply brewed coffee, six more hours of flirtatious wall staring, and hopefully no one will notice when I trip for the third time. © 2013 KaliAnnReviews
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StatsAuthorKaliAnnFranklin, VAAboutMy name is Kali (pronounced like Callie) and I am a literary arts major at the Appomattox Regional Governor school for the arts in technology in Virginia (ARGS). I love any kind of rock music, plus a .. more..Writing
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