Eternal work,
through ineffective knowledge.
As school has now become,
a place of irreproachable emptiness,
within our chaotic minds.
But when the concluding bell does sound,
we all but walk to the busses,
and sit down to await our departure,
into the land of astonishing fantasies.
So real that it tantalizes our eyes,
changing as does the dulcet sound,
of our stereotypical songs,
that rush into our minds,
like a flood of dreams,
just waiting to be released,
to unsow it's delicious seeds.
At least until the final stop,
from which all happiness ends.
Due to men’s constant babble,
chaining us to the diseased reality we must call home.
Author notes
Prompt: I'm the type of girl...that turns up the music way loud, just to tune out reality
I automatically thought of the noisy bus ride home, and how you just drift off into space while listening to your music, and end up dreaming of something wonderful. Then have it ripped away because you have to get off and go home.
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This is a really good poem. If I hadn't read your description I wouldn't have understood it. I love what you were trying to get across but you didn't quite get it . if you wanna edit it and have me look again let me know!
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