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Words flow across the yellowing pages
(I sidestep a crowd of people, around the lunch table)
Almost managing to flow as quickly as my mind does
Zooming from thought to thought,
(Narrowly missing the door that suddenly opens in front of me,
The one that has “tobacco is wacko” scotch-taped to the glass)
Not stopping on one for long,
A butterfly fluttering from flower to flower
(Random objects, a baseball bat, a paper airplane, a back pack,
Seem to have magically appeared in my path,
Collaborating to make me notice my surroundings)
Ideas seem to form in midair,
Hovering and sparkling so as to
Get my attention
But I am engrossed
(like the Frisbee that was flung past my head yesterday,
Catching at my hair as an apology was flung at me,
Much like the Frisbee moments before)
The stories, the tales of mysteries being solved
And monsters being vanquished by hero and heroine alike
(RINGGGG!)
stories unlike math class,
and algebraic equations.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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3MOsleeping-beauty said...
May 23, 2013 at 6:54 pm
I love ellen Hopkins!!!! (she wrote all the books in that pic) anyways GREAT poem!!!!! I can totally relate. Good job! :)
 
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