strawberries
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1.
You,
Go to school.
Sit in a wooden box.
Stare at textbooks.
Memorize.
The pencil is the hand of the clock.
The periodic bell
Precise as ever.
The moving seat and roaring engines
Are the only differences on the bus
The dull ride slugging on the highway
While others speed by.
My eyes off my slumped and lifeless backpack,
I drowsily watch a speck in the clear sky.
A bird, soaring lightly,
Flap its feathery wings effortlessly
Gliding into the pure, promising blue
Of seemingly endless possibilities.
I imagine this exuberant feeling
Of speeding away
Turning all numbers and letters to dust
Carelessly ignoring work
Leaving consequences behind
And yet after the moment of freedom I feel
Another opposite will follow
And then-
Would this flight is all worth it?
2.
The untouched blanket of white ice
erases the world of color,
and my breath hangs in the frosty air
Inhaling the cool crisp air,
I smell of roasted turkey and cinnamon
and watch children in awe,
ears perked to listen for Santa's sleigh bells,
eyes bright and hopeful
In the cold winter night, frost hanging upon skeletons of frozen trees,
the ghostly winds blow against the brightly lit up house,
icy panes against the flaming candle,
jolly carols of Santa
in the death-like silence of winter.
Fiery winds blow against the warm Christmas lights,
but the festive mood remains.
We unravel the carefully wrapped gifts,
and our hearts lit golden,
melting away the frozen ice
Please tell why you think it is better and grade it out of 10!
You,
Go to school.
Sit in a wooden box.
Stare at textbooks.
Memorize.
The pencil is the hand of the clock.
The periodic bell
Precise as ever.
The moving seat and roaring engines
Are the only differences on the bus
The dull ride slugging on the highway
While others speed by.
My eyes off my slumped and lifeless backpack,
I drowsily watch a speck in the clear sky.
A bird, soaring lightly,
Flap its feathery wings effortlessly
Gliding into the pure, promising blue
Of seemingly endless possibilities.
I imagine this exuberant feeling
Of speeding away
Turning all numbers and letters to dust
Carelessly ignoring work
Leaving consequences behind
And yet after the moment of freedom I feel
Another opposite will follow
And then-
Would this flight is all worth it?
2.
The untouched blanket of white ice
erases the world of color,
and my breath hangs in the frosty air
Inhaling the cool crisp air,
I smell of roasted turkey and cinnamon
and watch children in awe,
ears perked to listen for Santa's sleigh bells,
eyes bright and hopeful
In the cold winter night, frost hanging upon skeletons of frozen trees,
the ghostly winds blow against the brightly lit up house,
icy panes against the flaming candle,
jolly carols of Santa
in the death-like silence of winter.
Fiery winds blow against the warm Christmas lights,
but the festive mood remains.
We unravel the carefully wrapped gifts,
and our hearts lit golden,
melting away the frozen ice
Please tell why you think it is better and grade it out of 10!