Lines, Lines, Lines

[napoleon_smile]

Here's a poem I wrote today. I kinda like it. :]

Just to let anyone know, (if anyone other than my actual friends reads this) I am totally not depressed. I just enjoy writing.

Lines, Lines, Lines
Four caught siblings stand in a row,
Their exasperated mothers sighs and
The youngest giggles at the mischief caused.

Lines, Lines, Lines
Children Line Up! And they all run,
To the door they shout and push.
No leaving for lunch till all is quiet.
The smallest stares, impatient, questioning.

Lines, Lines, Lines
Six years later, caught once again.
I will not talk in class.
I will not talk in class.
I will not talk in class.
The paper is crumpled and the student, gone.

Lines, Lines, Lines
Sitting in a row. Mother daughter Father.
Outside the office they wait.
Found cheating in class.
Third time’s the charm.
We thought you were better than this.
You thought wrong.

Lines, Lines Lines
Four stripes of perfect white powder.
On a black table they gleam, beautiful, powerful.
Try some, you’ll forget and be happy.
Looking down, they stare back
Four white eyes, urging, glowing
What the hell,
Why not?

Lines, Lines, Lines
Two years done.
Still at home. Still at home.
What happened to your job?
I quit.
Yelling, fighting, screaming.
All forgotten with two white eyes.
More fighting, screaming, yelling.
Six brown boxes line the curb.

Lines, Lines, Lines
Waiting for a friend.
Fidgeting. Ten. Twenty. Forty minutes late. Sniff.
Fidget. Sniff. Fidget. Sniff.
Where have you been?
Relax my friend,
I have something to cheer you up.
Two months and two lines on each arm,
depicting the ride taken.
Elvis has left the building.

Lines, Lines, Lines
Two lines on each side.
All in black.
Why? Why? Why?
No fighting. No screaming. No yelling.
Not anymore.
Three sad siblings stand in a row
And stare at a body.
Still so small.
One line of cars drive back home.
With one less in tow.