
no one ever gets the reference in this one. that's ok.... bored to tears in history class.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 205 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-30-06 - id: 2297471
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not emo despite the mention of black tears (oh hush). written two years ago November in history class... which was so boring it inspired me.
Freezing Rain
Thoughts churn inside my head
But nothing makes enough sense
So I sit
And I wait
Staring at a blank page
But look!
The page is no longer blank
Ink, black as night
Black as sin
Black as my beloved coffee
Slowly appears, as if from an invisible pen
But still…!
The words…
They are the thoughts
Once inside my head
And still making no sense
But now…outside…
Black on white
With blue lines in between
Looking
As if,
They finally belong.
Clack on white with blue in between.
The ink splatters,
Droplets flying, forming a starburst
On the desk.
The invisible pen
Tumbles to the floor
And my head falls forward,
Onto the desk
The starburst pattern sticks to my skin
And smears
'Til I cry black tears
I softly breathe
As the black blood ink is pulled
Through the little creases in my skin
Until the starburst becomes
A snowflake
Blooming across my cheek
And rain falls
Mixing with the snow from the cloudy gray
That was my eyes
The forecast for today?
Freezing rain.
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