"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Quiet.

Relishing this moment
of quiet contentment--
a second of simplicity
sandwiched between
the rushing, garbled
sections of an hour.
I lean back,
shift into
quiet solitude.

- - -

First AP exam tommorrow. It's English Literature and Composition, so I'm not overly worried about it. English is, after all, my favorite subject. :) The bisggest thing I worry about with these exams is the amount of class time I have to miss to write it-- it's almost not even worth it.

But no big deal I guess.
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3 comments:

  1. all ways 11 o'clockMay 5, 2011 at 1:42 AM

    cruse my brother, before the onslaught.

    great poem.

    ~robert
    good luck

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  2. Brother OllieMay 5, 2011 at 9:34 AM

    JB the last line is a gem.

    exams eh? go get 'em!

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  3. Human ParadoxMay 6, 2011 at 7:57 PM

    I hated exams. Damn. Life is an exam!

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