PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Newspapers with dirt filled pages of scattered
dreams fill the sidewalk with envious thoughts.
i day dream kicking and screaming, with
thoughts in my mind.
mimicking the childs useless, forgotten swing,
Rocking back and forth in my desk.

when no one's watching,
when the light seems to only be shining on me. For a brief moment I see
the colors reflect off something more than the worlds distant dull
transparent reflections of ourselves.

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Scattered words seem to circle around the room
a pencil box makes clicking noises to a song stuck in my head.

I start to hum.

Tap.

      Tap.

I can hear the rain. Clattering raindrops against the old school roof.

I half listen to the teacher's words, half forgetting where I am.

I look outside. Through the blurry window. 

Blurry grass and blurry trees.

Transparent but hard to see.

Everything same but unfamiliar.