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I've gone through nine different pens Feel like I'll be here till dusk Scratched my head, clawed my eye lens And my skull's become a husk With such a crude knowledge base Can I even write my name? Turns out no working took place While I played that zombie game I try to pull through this bout But my mind, like my bedroom Just has stuff I care about And this strange old mushroom Okay, think clear right now, me Be patient, unclench your hands Test, if you'll just allow me I'll follow your demands You don't want money... do you? No, if that fails that'll be it I'll fall down that abyss, true? Maybe I could bridge the pit... No, no... back to these relics I've gone through this test, all the rest And it's -all- hieroglyphics Like an Egyptian fest Will this test make or break my life? Then why does it have to be Dealing with memory strife! Why is this paper the key- I'm being too cynical Let's see, answer question three I'll run this methodical I'll fill this like air does me Hey, this word's over there too On that one that I had missed This one's plural out the blue Wow, look at how I play this Maybe as I answer these I'll recall some old teachings Maybe, probably, well... uhhh Yet nothing more comes to being I'm just a body floating dead Already on these waterss Maybe if I crane my head And peek over some shoulders No, if two tests match it's done ...How would she ever notice? Especially if it's one Or two questions- slow cadence... Ah these bars, pale, wall bounds Looking at them ever slow I hark to the class around And break the barrier, I trow His answers match all mine here! Is it an offense without Actual offense to bear? Wait, I hear... i wish to doubt Someone's already finished A chair screech and slide in back I have too-- not quite polished And so begins that stack Like dominoes they all stood And now they fall, some how synced Building up their tests like wood Beavers, their conformist peak Don't go with the big crowd! Just hold off, you know, check first, Double check that, what you found Maybe it was false at first But no, the pile piles up I can't see these walls past that I'm a lone domino, "sup?" And here it comes, to knock me Briiiiiiing And I shut my eyes to let it ring To let it sweep these desks of things To let it wash out my mind and soul Of stress, of conscientiousness But to displace those with nervousness Without a sense of complacency I stumble through the flowing mass And cast my ballot for my grading
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
Didn't study
I've gone through nine different pens Feel like I'll be here till dusk Scratched my head, clawed my eye lens And my skull's become a husk With such a crude knowledge base Can I even write my name? Turns out no working took place While I played that zombie game I try to pull through this bout But my mind, like my bedroom Just has stuff I care about And this strange old mushroom Okay, think clear right now, me Be patient, unclench your hands Test, if you'll just allow me I'll follow your demands You don't want money... do you? No, if that fails that'll be it I'll fall down that abyss, true? Maybe I could bridge the pit... No, no... back to these relics I've gone through this test, all the rest And it's -all- hieroglyphics Like an Egyptian fest Will this test make or break my life? Then why does it have to be Dealing with memory strife! Why is this paper the key- I'm being too cynical Let's see, answer question three I'll run this methodical I'll fill this like air does me Hey, this word's over there too On that one that I had missed This one's plural out the blue Wow, look at how I play this Maybe as I answer these I'll recall some old teachings Maybe, probably, well... uhhh Yet nothing more comes to being I'm just a body floating dead Already on these waterss Maybe if I crane my head And peek over some shoulders No, if two tests match it's done ...How would she ever notice? Especially if it's one Or two questions- slow cadence... Ah these bars, pale, wall bounds Looking at them ever slow I hark to the class around And break the barrier, I trow His answers match all mine here! Is it an offense without Actual offense to bear? Wait, I hear... i wish to doubt Someone's already finished A chair screech and slide in back I have too-- not quite polished And so begins that stack Like dominoes they all stood And now they fall, some how synced Building up their tests like wood Beavers, their conformist peak Don't go with the big crowd! Just hold off, you know, check first, Double check that, what you found Maybe it was false at first But no, the pile piles up I can't see these walls past that I'm a lone domino, "sup?" And here it comes, to knock me Briiiiiiing And I shut my eyes to let it ring To let it sweep these desks of things To let it wash out my mind and soul Of stress, of conscientiousness But to displace those with nervousness Without a sense of complacency I stumble through the flowing mass And cast my ballot for my grading
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
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