Creativity Under Pressure
Ten more minutes
screamed the tick tock
of my cellphone clock
ring ring ring
goes the bell
off my ringer
wtf? i said aloud
Nobody mentioned a word
since that bell rang
Who rang that bell?
my thoughts wander around
and meander through my membrane
mediocre and yet meaningful
i try to grasp one
no success
as always
-,-
Night as gray as a march hare's hair
Translucent curly bananas line my ears
shame they reached expiration
No wonder they are so brown
White goes the moonlight
changing colors are we?
you better not be waxing poetic
while practicing for the real world
An Inevitable wake-up-call
In the dawn
my mind is awake
my body is weak
with inertia
I feel like sleeping
But alas, the bluebirds' cry
the music of last night must've died
and so did my creative dreams to be....
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