by NeverFlyte
I am from dinner sizzling on the stove
my sister enhanced by the blaring TV
the meows, bings, and pops
of IMs jumping on to my computer screen
I am from a stray cat yoweling
the street lights playfully flickering
an occasional sired, roaring with anxiety
I am from the hunger books bring
when they're left unfinished
dragging me away
to a different world
where black font becomes color
I am from endless days of learning
the hustle in the hallways
the warm, flowing smell of Z****'s Pizza,
the quadratic formula overtaking my mind
I am from the snowless winters
where the smallest of breezes
are the closest we have to cold
Character Appearance
15 years ago
2 comments:
I agree with you about unfinished books! I like your poem. :)
I thought your poem was really well written and it tells people what your about
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