Ok. I was bored in math class and wrote this. Nothing was coming to me so I wrote what was around me....
-kk-chan
Nothing
Nothing comes to me
Nothing, nothing at all
While I bear the drone
Of monotone chords and numbers
My back against a metal chair
Waiting on tenterhooks to hear my name called
I still hear nothing
Nothing of interest
My pencil cannot write
On this pallet of wonder, mystery, dreams that whisper and faint, unspoken hopes
I am called
I answer
I get problem 16 wrong
We proceed
A forgotten guitar pick swings 'round my neck
My heart stops
An adversary turns around
But
My pallet, pencil and I are undiscovered
Wait!
Something has come!
My pencil scribbles furiously
To write all this down
YOU ARE READING
Inspirations on the Fly
RandomThis is mostly decent-not-too-bad pieces of writing that I've thought of on the fly, and because I don't know what to do with them, I decided I might as well publish them here for that one random reader who happens upon this lousy book. So without...
