******I'm going to try a poem with no rhyme
1 hour and 30 minutes
That was not that long, ryt?
But Something came over me
A Cold Wind, Strikes
An Overflowing Chill,
It Creeps over me
Increasing Fatigue,
Growing Weakness,
Overhead Pain,
Lightheaded feelings,
There was just no end to
These Feeble feelings
I was soaring and tumbling
As my journey leads the way
My destination?? Unknown
My Strength slowly draining out of my body
I just sat there,, alone
Staring into a screen
Back Straight, and home clothes
my shirt? From a 5k run
my shorts? they're for sports
They were not enough protection
I continue my wait,, endless anticipation
Playing with my thumbs as I go
The Wait was long, and the ride,,
The ride felt longer,,
As my head bounced against the window,,
I lie there unconsciously,,
A dummy made of flesh
Shaking and Moving,,
Like an Empty Box
There were no jingles,,
There were none,,
For nothing was inside this being
A waste of Space
As I got home,, there!!
The bed was spotted
I slapped the fan silly
And turn its knobs
Its engines roared
A memento of a car
And then a Crash
Ambulances come and people yelling
Police Cars driving around
Should I call for help??
They're already here
I'll yell for help
I'll do it!! I'll find a way!!
I was hurt, injured, can't move my leg
I held it, It hurts
At least in my dreams ^.^
There we go people,, How is it?? This was about the time I waited in the Mall. The mall,, as cozy as it was for some people,, was not so enjoyable after practice. If you've read the poem correctly, I felt sick. I couldn't really think much. I hope you enjoyed it 0.<..... I'll wait for comments
Waiting is something I have learned how to do. I can wait very long, because at times, my dad would arrive very late. He was usually late, also. Since there was time, I was able to find ways to entertain myself. Humming, Looking up at the sky, Kicking or Punching, Looking for weird things,, etc. You can do sooo many things while waiting. But, I don't like it all. The idea of waiting. I know how it feels to wait with uncertainty, to wait with temper and regret. Patience can only take me so far, so I hope I do not wait anymore!
About Me
- bryce
- A's, pimples, and a no-girlfriend life. Im just a normal student with increasing ideas. I can say I'm a bit carefree and sometimes too much. I'm not that smart but others think otherwise. I'm still a teen and interesting things are yet to happen. Hopefully, these blogs will capture the highlights of my life.
5 comments:
u should make weird noises when ur bored---it might help!!^.^
hahahaha~ you have 3 poems about sleeping!~
That's part of the etcetera Jena!!
i used to be able to whistle and make my toungue sond very good,, until they fixed my teeth hahaha
Kristine,, its not about sleeping,, it is my adventure before sleeping 0.<
(lol there was an error)
i know exactly what you're talking about. i just remembered how many times i waited before and im not really sure if i really was waiting for something or nothing at all. it's so...uncertain. (let me borrow your sentence)
"I know how it feels to wait with uncertainty, to wait with temper and regret"
i didn't copy the last part for i am very patient, although sometimes people might think that im not.
gosh, waiting waiting.. i hate family problems and stuff. hay...
i just remembered how pathetic i looked like while waiting... but..waiting by myself ironically gives me company. i don't know.
may gad this comment might end up being my blog.. lol i just remember stuff in the waaaay past, like last last year..hay. i don't want any of those to ever happen again..
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