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Pepsi and potato chips.
The slippery leather chair growing warm
while the sun ambles off into the darkness
without a word.
But it can do what it wants.
Time is kept for us in hour-long blocks,
divided by foraging and bathroom breaks.
It's monotonous and juvenile
nothingness held within four walls:
stupid laughter and an idiot box;
plastic innocence in our hands;
and we could be doing so much more.
"What show is this again?"
So a toast with blue aluminum
to pizza-tinged belches
and pixel-filled screens,
and scary crime dramas
and curious dogs.
To another summer day's escapades
in the air-conditioned basement,
growing pale beneath fluorescents.
To 'being 12'
in the summer before simplicity
falls apart.
The slippery leather chair growing warm
while the sun ambles off into the darkness
without a word.
But it can do what it wants.
Time is kept for us in hour-long blocks,
divided by foraging and bathroom breaks.
It's monotonous and juvenile
nothingness held within four walls:
stupid laughter and an idiot box;
plastic innocence in our hands;
and we could be doing so much more.
"What show is this again?"
So a toast with blue aluminum
to pizza-tinged belches
and pixel-filled screens,
and scary crime dramas
and curious dogs.
To another summer day's escapades
in the air-conditioned basement,
growing pale beneath fluorescents.
To 'being 12'
in the summer before simplicity
falls apart.
A poem for Creative Writing. I'm still not sure how much I like it because I love the image so much XP
Oh, and I'm not trying to be emo XD Just...reminiscing^^
Oh, and I'm not trying to be emo XD Just...reminiscing^^
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I like this a lotttttt!!!! And it's not emo at all!