For Lack of Punctuation
Weekdays
i don't think
im dead
already
i do nothing
at home or at school
weekdays pass
ever so slowly
oh track, come save me
oh friends, come save me
oh love, come save me
oh life, come save me
oh someone out there, save me
im not ready for this life
yet
it draws in
like a curtain
its here
to tell the future
is impossible
Who the hell writes poetry in their free time? I guess I do now. Anyways, the poem is designed so any 2 consecutive lines will form a new sentence describing how I feel, you can decide where to put the punctuation. Basically I'm trying to say Im so bored during weekedays, all I do is work and go from place to place like a zombie. I've tried to make it better, I really have.
I can try to make school fun, but when I do, no one else seems to share the same enthusiasm, and I just look out of place. Sometimes English class livens up, but most of my other classes are dead. I wish Mr. Bowen taught a harder physics class because right now, even if it is alive, there is hardly a reason to pay attention in class. I guess thats why college professors are college professors. Its got to take some skill to make a class alive and challenging, or else every class would be a blast. All in all, I sit through school and do no work/no thinking.
Outside of school, the best part of my day is probably spending some time with my brother. We play video games together sometimes but he often has to go to classes or work. Homework, dinner, and sleep comprise the whole of my existance after school at home. It truely is a drag.
Soon track, friends, love, or life will save me from this end all be all rotation of my life.
My thanks to all the friends I have so far, all of who liven up each weekend and brief periods of the weekday.
-Biron
i don't think
im dead
already
i do nothing
at home or at school
weekdays pass
ever so slowly
oh track, come save me
oh friends, come save me
oh love, come save me
oh life, come save me
oh someone out there, save me
im not ready for this life
yet
it draws in
like a curtain
its here
to tell the future
is impossible
Who the hell writes poetry in their free time? I guess I do now. Anyways, the poem is designed so any 2 consecutive lines will form a new sentence describing how I feel, you can decide where to put the punctuation. Basically I'm trying to say Im so bored during weekedays, all I do is work and go from place to place like a zombie. I've tried to make it better, I really have.
I can try to make school fun, but when I do, no one else seems to share the same enthusiasm, and I just look out of place. Sometimes English class livens up, but most of my other classes are dead. I wish Mr. Bowen taught a harder physics class because right now, even if it is alive, there is hardly a reason to pay attention in class. I guess thats why college professors are college professors. Its got to take some skill to make a class alive and challenging, or else every class would be a blast. All in all, I sit through school and do no work/no thinking.
Outside of school, the best part of my day is probably spending some time with my brother. We play video games together sometimes but he often has to go to classes or work. Homework, dinner, and sleep comprise the whole of my existance after school at home. It truely is a drag.
Soon track, friends, love, or life will save me from this end all be all rotation of my life.
My thanks to all the friends I have so far, all of who liven up each weekend and brief periods of the weekday.
-Biron