Why Did You Do It? Early Morning in Eddy
Can't think, can't sleep, can't do what anyone
is asking me. The noise outside is too
damn loud for me to concentrate on this.
The sound is carried up so high, right to
my window next to me and through my ears.
The constant clicking, clacking, beeping near,
the shouting men, so loud but not so close.
They seem as if they stand right by the glass,
but I am on the sixth floor, they below.
It's just too early for construction, right?
I did it because I could.
The air was dry and coarse.
The wind howled like a hungry wolf.
I was alone.
I did it because it was so easy.
I broke my promise.
Never again.
I did it because I was looking for a thrill.
I did it because I was alone.
My Roomies
Point of View
It's fun to watch my roommate play a game
Becoming so involved in beating it.
The rest of us can't help getting just as thrilled,
My other roommate starts to jump about.
She stands behind her chair and screams out loud,
"How crazily you beat opponents down!
Almost like watching wrestling in TV!"
I sit, observing, laughing, yelling too.
The pair of them can make a funny tale
By simply hanging out around the room.
The water rushes overhead, the peace
not there. My skin so warm but cold inside.
My surface calm and silent, gathered, hushed;
tumultuous, inverted within me.
Some people say I'm strange, deranged, insane,
but that will never change the way I see
the world. My twisted little mind observes
the unsuspecting passersby and warps
their actions into what they are not. Why
am I so different from all the rest?
Staying Put
Winter
How come no one will let me travel to
That distant island that is called England?
My grades are never good enough to go
When all I want is to see London once.
Have studied William Shakespeare since fourth grade.
Insoired me to become an actress and
Helped center my mind on my life's true goal.
I dream of spouting quaint Ophelia's lines
But how can I get there when I'm held back?
For now, I must accept, I'm staying put.
The white, the chill, the smell of yearly sleep.
The masses cling in groups for warmth, and
    wrap
their bodies thick with cloth, with down, with
    heat.
Their eyes, two jewels peeking out beneath
the brightly colored knitting. Walking ones
will turn and envy those with cars. Alone,
one walks, all dressed in black, another walks
behind. They seem so isolated, yet
one following gives other comfort. How
they contrast with surroundings on this day.
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