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mr moon man Feb 2020
She looks on into the clock, wondering when the bell would signal her release from boredom. She finds herself playing with the hoodie of a classmate, hoping he'd focus on her to have someone keep her mind from the mundane atmosphere of the classroom. She always loved messing with his hoodie during class because his reactions were always funny. She tosses the piece of clothing from one hand to the other when She comes to realize the patient nature of the classmate and thanks him for not leaving her in a world of loneliness and apologizes for having to put up with her.
I have a friend in class that sits behind me and she always liked to mess with my hoodie whenever the class would bore her, one day she apologized about having to put up with her. I never really minded when she played with it.
Tea Jan 2020
20:
My heart is bleeding...
I feel like crying...
I miss him so...
Where did he go?
Is he still even there?
I can't seem to find him anywhere...
I hope he will turn up on Monday...
But it is still such a long way...
Why do I need to wait?
Is this my fate?
Will I ever see his smile?
I guess I need to wait a while...
Every day is a painful wound...
Every hour is another disappearing piece of ground...
Every minute is making me dizzy...
Every second is driving me crazy...
But I know I can survive...
Even though I don't feel very alive...
All I can do is wait till he's back...
I'll eat a snack...
I'll get something to read...
I'll answer my sister's plead...
I'll imagine my Kingdom...
While being doomed to boredom...
Beyond the doors of my room,  beyond the thoughts of these walls.
A light starts to grow, it did all along.
It was hard to see it, it was hard to hear.
Beyond the doors, life is right here.
Growing like children, not just happy and glee.
Pain and suffering brought forth by me.
It hurts to live but for all I do, I will continue to suffer.
Suffer for you.
I will keep living, working on life, keeping people happy all throughout life.
I won't give up nor should you, but all that happens, is all not just for you.
Just bored at school
kain Jan 2020
Everyone thinks
Being bored is cinematic
It's not
Just boring
Cuz what's so cool
About sitting in my room
Next to a massive pile of laundry
Thinking idly about doing things
Knowing I won't
I don't see the appeal
It's not that I hate this
I'd just rather
Be doing anything else
Do you like my edgy, uncapitalized title? Yeah, me neither. I'm gonna go figure my wall out.
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
I know there are chores to be done
Laundry pile is growing large and looming
The corner of my room overcrowded
Bin sits and as I wait it's blooming

I fear there be dishes in the sink
If I listen close I can hear
Cry out my name shamelessly
I try not to get too near

I am not blind to the layer of dust
All objects on my bedside table
Mom wasn't lying when she remarked
"This coated house is disgusting!"
"It looks like a stable!"

But don't feel like doing anything
Washing dishes
Or clothes
Or cleaning
I think I'll just lose myself
Some deeper meaning
Written 9/4/12
Ayn Dec 2019
I took a class a few months back,
it taught me how to drive a vehicle,
the extracurricular activity is Driver's Ed.
I listened well, but I wrote better,
and in the notebooks we were given,
I had written poem after poem,
covering all the whitespace.
About notes for later,
and love that was now
(it still is "now"),
this book is full of literature,
but the actual necessary contents
are one hundred percent
illegible literature.
Found my Driver's Ed learning book to try and study up, learn the laws again. I took one look in, and the page was chalk full of little haikus and poems of other forms. I can't read much of any pages because of my mind that loves writing poetry like an average person loves to doodle. I'll post some of the good ones sometime.
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