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Something That Came Out of Me During Algebra

Poetry By: Kathleen Megquier
Poetry



And teachers wonder why I can't pass the damn course. I write out things like this on my iPod touch's notes section.


Submitted:Aug 26, 2011    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I'm spinning, turning, and whirling into a distant part in my mind.

It brings me back to all those times, when life was like this big, silly, rhyme.

Everything fits, no puzzle piece left amiss. Things were painfully simple then.

Where can I find a place like that again?

Is time just a rushing sea of events? Or will I be able to float in the steady tide of life's current?

I'm done asking questions.

Do more, strive to be more, I'll find my place in this ever changing, fast paced world.

My pain will be a far away dream, almost an illusion of a stifling thing.

Something I've hid for so long, it's automatic reaction is to instantly dissipate from thought.

From view, I've left it on an island of tree and sand, a deadly paradise I shall never travel to again.

Life's memories will refuse to sneak up on me and scream in fury. Because I've eliminated all anger, erased all fright.

Tonight shall change my entire outlook on life. I'll find him in the shadows, but instead of being swept into the dark for a minute worth of lust.

I'll find trust, he'll want me, and I'll kiss him. But that will be the end of it all.

I won't be some kind of beck and call. He'll be forever waiting for me to beckon and for he to receive my call.





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