Today in class,
I received a paper;
"With __ I am complete."
Moments on receiving it,
Pencils and pens were heard being slammed on desks,
Minds were churning and spinning,
Thoughts clearing and staining.
Papers were being flipped over for more, while mine,
Stayed empty.
Cleared of words and entries.
Eight minutes passed and my thoughts stayed elementary.
To be complete I need blood,
Pure thoughts that flood,
Love that sprouts,
And preferably a family and a house.
Brothers and sisters,
Family and friends,
For this assignment,
There is no end.
I am complete with lust and fear,
And the pressure of peers.
Negative thoughts,
Portrayed by casting lots.
Joyful memories,
And centuries of energy.
One minute down,
And my paper was still clear of ink.
Pencils and pens were heard being slammed on desks,
Minds were halting and grinning,
Thoughts clearing and staining.
Papers were being turned in, while mine,
Stayed empty.