It took me almost an hour to
Get warm enough to sleep.
You keep the room far too cold for me.
I expected my phone to vibrate to
Wake me for the class I dread.
But it was yours ringing, instead.
Talk, talk, talk, don't you ever shut
Up? I grunt and roll over, but
It's no use.
You don't get it.
Is there a reason you can't go in the other
Room? Of course not, but
You're too lazy.
Or stupid.
Yes, keep up the baby talk!
It doesn't matter that I still have
Half an hour to sleep!
I leave the room, but, in
The end, you get up, too.
Remind me, why not do that in
The first place?
I was so pissed at you, I even
Forgot to grab my glasses.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Spring Fever
Sitting in this lousy
Dorm, I've considered flinging myself out
The window, though
I know
It's too thick for me to break.
Cracking my back - thank you to
The comfortable dorm mattress -
I miss my mattress.
Two more weeks; well,
Plus exams, but I don't want to
Think about those.
Tomorrow another class where
The professor is too lazy to teach us.
Yesterday was a midterm, about a quarter
Of which was covered neither
In class nor in the book.
Loud music outside; they must
Not care about their grades.
I'm sick of caring, but I can't stop.
I don't even want to wake up in the morning,
But I don't want not to, either.
My stomach growls and I feel
It shrinking - thank you disgusting
Door room food.
I miss real food, where
the flavor hasn't been sucked
Out of all the veggies.
I hope they haven't sucked it from me.
Dorm, I've considered flinging myself out
The window, though
I know
It's too thick for me to break.
Cracking my back - thank you to
The comfortable dorm mattress -
I miss my mattress.
Two more weeks; well,
Plus exams, but I don't want to
Think about those.
Tomorrow another class where
The professor is too lazy to teach us.
Yesterday was a midterm, about a quarter
Of which was covered neither
In class nor in the book.
Loud music outside; they must
Not care about their grades.
I'm sick of caring, but I can't stop.
I don't even want to wake up in the morning,
But I don't want not to, either.
My stomach growls and I feel
It shrinking - thank you disgusting
Door room food.
I miss real food, where
the flavor hasn't been sucked
Out of all the veggies.
I hope they haven't sucked it from me.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Block
What do you do when
You're trying to write, but
The words won't come?
It's not only the words.
I am not sure what
Should happen next,
What my characters will do.
We need to get to know each other better.
You're trying to write, but
The words won't come?
It's not only the words.
I am not sure what
Should happen next,
What my characters will do.
We need to get to know each other better.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Friendship
Crunchy peanut butter and strawberry jelly were
My only companions at lunch today.
I feel my heart sink when I think about
My friends' drifting away.
What is it about the human condition that
Makes us treat each other so?
It is inconceivable to me to forget your
Friends and to deal them such a blow.
My only companions at lunch today.
I feel my heart sink when I think about
My friends' drifting away.
What is it about the human condition that
Makes us treat each other so?
It is inconceivable to me to forget your
Friends and to deal them such a blow.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Dieting
I find that
There is no sense in
Dieting.
The feeling of
Deprivation is
Unbearable.
The cravings are
Too strong to
Fight.
Why is it that
Everyone is on a
Diet?
I wonder while nibbling
Salad, to save room for
Ice cream.
There is no sense in
Dieting.
The feeling of
Deprivation is
Unbearable.
The cravings are
Too strong to
Fight.
Why is it that
Everyone is on a
Diet?
I wonder while nibbling
Salad, to save room for
Ice cream.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
My Sis
Who has the best sister?
I bet that answer is me.
I hope that I am yours, too,
At least, I try to be.
Twins separated by nine long years,
I call her Mini-me.
Yeah, when it comes to little sisters,
Mine just can't be beat.
I bet that answer is me.
I hope that I am yours, too,
At least, I try to be.
Twins separated by nine long years,
I call her Mini-me.
Yeah, when it comes to little sisters,
Mine just can't be beat.
Friday, July 6, 2007
Friday Afternoon
My butt fell asleep from
Sitting in this chair.
It's a nice chair, but
I've been sitting here too long.
I look out the window; I
Can smell the summer air.
This makes the fourth or
Fifth time I've heard the same song.
I want to run, to jump, to play,
But here I sit to earn my pay.
Sitting in this chair.
It's a nice chair, but
I've been sitting here too long.
I look out the window; I
Can smell the summer air.
This makes the fourth or
Fifth time I've heard the same song.
I want to run, to jump, to play,
But here I sit to earn my pay.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)