Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday MAG

September 16, 2009
By sammieee SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
sammieee SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
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6:15 a.m.
Light crowds my eyes
Like the sun, I arise
To the sound of pellets thrown against the wall
7:00 a.m.
The day speaks to me
& I decorate its feats to be
With zebra prints and pink barrettes
8:00 a.m.
The bus is always late
The man beside me curses the traffic
Then looks toward my bosom for hope
9:00 a.m.
Five flights of stairs
I apologize to the stairs for our lack of chemistry
Five years in five minutes
My eyes fall to darkness once more
10:50 a.m.
Numbers attempt to invade my brain
But my eyes are glued to him
Inconspicuously trying to grab his attention
Impatiently waiting for his smile to find me
The morning brawl has commenced
But of course, I have missed the episode
The hallway echoes obscenities
As do I, in my mind
I foreshadow the storytelling in a matter of minutes
12:30 p.m.
I glide through the crowded hall
Ignoring the strangers who call me “friend”
Holding daggers in their back pockets
1:40 p.m.
“Finally,” I thank God for Wednesdays
He grasps my hand and leads
The way I daydreamed he would
We walk through the double doors that shriek exit
5:00 p.m.
And Mother rambles about something I cannot fathom
I retire to my chambers
Inhaling the mellifluous scent of lavender
I bury my head into my pillow
And enjoy the melody of screams and sirens.

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on Feb. 28 2013 at 7:20 pm
EliHiebert PLATINUM, Surrey, Other
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on my computer i got this thing where i can select a bunch of text and have it read it back to me - so today i came home from school, went onto teenink, turned off all the lights and listened to a bunch of poetry - and when i got to this one, i just replayed it about 14 times, i loved it so much. thanks for posting it, it totally improved my day. 


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