It's been a while since I've posted writing here...

Here's a thing I wrote for my Creative Writing class, after writing this observation journal thingy. I was supposed to basically take chunks from the journal entry and string them together to form a poem. It probably won't make sense to you unless you go to a school where there aren't buses.

Anyway, enjoy. :D

The Unlicensed

You’re sitting among the grass, wet and warm.
Take a moment to listen.
The dam has burst
In t he river of volume.
A million tiny, explosive voices crash like waves.

You see metal monsters on four wheels
Eating up children, one by one
They pull up, wait, receive what they’ve been waiting for.
Then they leave.
Lather, rinse, repeat.

You continue to watch
The crowd surrounding that glass room.
Some have eyes wandering
As though the sky or ground or anything else is
Pulling them into another reality;
As though their toys or their hands are screaming
Something worth listening to.

One by one, or two by two
They disappear, only to wait again the next day,
Among the orderly chaos.
The busy busying,
The lonely lonesoming,
And you to watch them from your island,
Farby and near away.