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take me home?

scrunched down in vinyl seats,
selected whispers
tell this-and-that to school girl skirts:

                      they won't find us, will they?
                        angry bells rang
                        like a prison break...

though surrounded on all sides,
the scuffle of our leather shoes
do not draw attention...
my drawing paper hidden under
text books, I can see you there in

                          rainbow hues;
                          forgetting tests and
                          studying
                          your eyes, hair,

heart.
beat bump beat over railroad tracks,
cross the i's and dot the t's...
final stop for my sanity -
can't get up

sweat sticks to
vinyl seats.









~~~

Author notes

prompt: school bus.

I don't like the title. and I'm not sure if I like the rest of the poem. meh. critique me, please.

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  • tara wilson gold member
    September 20, 2008

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    I love this one, excellent visuals, I think I 'studied' boys more than school subjects in school, too...lol.


  • Nicolette gold member
    September 9, 2008

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    You took me waaaaaaay back with this one. Wow, when was the last time I was on a school bus, lol... but those were good days... yes, the dreams and the dreamy eyes... Lovely poetry.

    ~ Nicolette


  • Dangerousparable silver member
    September 9, 2008

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    I remember the sticky seats in my fathers 70 plymouth satellite. How uncomfortable they were in the summer.
    often wondered if schoolgirls felt the same as boys.
    Excellent job


  • Lady Australis silver member
    September 8, 2008

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    this is an intesting poem sister
    i have the feeling i donno like your an outcast at school and you hide who you truly are to fit in thats the feeling im getting
    love you


  • Cannonsfire
    September 8, 2008

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    I remember those sticky vinyl seats on school buses, this is strong in its metaphors of school routine and the bus and perhaps a note from a boy you like hidden in the text books. I think I can hear those school bells in this. C


  • luna-midnight gold member
    September 8, 2008
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    hehehe, i actually really love this, its amazing, i can just put myself there, all you need to do is placewhat prompt you used in your AN's
    but lovely job, *hugs* yay you
    Stephanie ♥

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