Text 07/17/2008
 

Traversing from home to school on a desert day,
Getting nauseous at the dangerous metals
Exhausted by grimy diesel eaters,
On a turtle traffic.

The sound of the familiar twing-twing
Like the strum of a guitar
Relinquished my uneasiness
Anticipating
 an unending texting
On a wild bone-breaking ride.

I held it high when a wavering head
Erratically moving infront of me
Dazed my eyes.

I gave off sheepy eyes and questioning stares
Which no one saw even with stressed movement.
I lowered my glare to continue my stroke-initiating SMS.
When a light passed my sight to discover a dilapidated
Cameraphone on my hand.


*text = SMS.


 


Comments

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Tue, 25 Nov 2008 20:30:11

Hi,
Very artistically delineated the thoughts in the form of poem. Anybody can get the idea that you wish to put forward. Good job! Thanks!

 



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