Fingers tapping incessantly
upn the desk.
My mind wanders
attention caught,
a bright shiney object.
I want it.
I think about how nice it would look
sitting on my shelf
and then
I'm distracted again
by the pen in my hand
I think I'm supposed to
be taking notes.
I look around
twenty-five heads, bent
dilligently writing away
the background mumble of
the teacher.
I look at the board,
focusing on the piece of chalk
scraping away words
that mean nothing.
The clock ticks away second
that feel like mini-eternities,
I stare outside
imagining myself
away from this terminal boredom.
Riding my horses through
pastures of clouds,
Dancing myself sick
in nightclubs
where my memory is trapped
inside flashing lights.
The bell rings
I heave myself up
and wander to my next destination.
Author notes
I have ADD and this poem is pretty much what I'm like, easily distracted, hyper-active, unable to concentrate on one thing for extended periods of time...I think/know I was the bain of all my teacher's existance when I was at school.
A contest entry
- Am I crazy? {Options!!} by sins and sorrow.
575 points, ended August 3, 2008, 27 entries
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Comments
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Ooo very nice!!
I'm a huge fan of great imagery and you definately supplied it to me!
This made me feel as though I was in your shoes and I was experiencing the actual event, I mean the mental picture was there the entire time!
Great job!
Thanks for entering and good luck!!
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