paper

i was sitting in english class when i wrote this. we had a substitute and the class was absolutely insane. a few of the students started playing "rock, paper, scissors" and it inspired me...even though i was supposed to be working on a paper.

Sitting at the back of the fourth row

Feels like i'm in the direct middle

And the room is spinning around me

 

The old man stands in the back corner

           --mumbling to himself, his face is red, and arms crossed

 

Colors are bright, but drowned out by the open window

Sounds of old games and laughter

With the pieces of curse words mixed in

 

Rock!

Paper!

Scissors!

 

SH-!

 

Trying to concentrate on the task at hand

This paper is due tomorrow

And the rough draft turns into a ramble of frustration

       and annoyance

 

Becoming inspiration, I guess you could say

And that paper becomes this

 

Dizzy still

The clock is ticking -slower -faster

 

Door slams shut and the hall's noise is gone

This paper is due tomorrow..

 

Rock

Paper

Scissors.

 

Sh-

Reviews

[Jeremiah Medina]

This is a pretty cool poem, ive had that feeling before, sitting in english class and you have to write something completely retarded for a boso trying to teach a bunch of idiots who could care less, and all you end up doing is getting inspired by something stupid hanging on the wall or a glimse of something he said that you actually paid attention to and turn it into a poem/song/story that he wont accept because you arent doing poetry or creative writing at that moment just some retarded essay. God im glad to be done with freaking high school, hated the f**k out of it. Anyways thanks for the review earlier and thanks for this read, and thanks for inspiring this little rant of mine...
Later.... Jeremiah

[Chuck]

I like this because it is different than your regular poems..and unique by itself...

Dont you love how the most random things can inspire you?

:}
-Ana