The sky was blue, like night.
Still, I had to move and be there on time.
Uneasy, nervous and terrified.
Waiting on the sideway,
Cars passed by, smokes fly.
One, two, and three, here I go.
Bell rings, the same thing everyday
The ceremonies, announcements.
Wow, what a chilly day.
I enter the room full of chairs.
Too many eyes on me.
The first time.
Chalk, talks, papers and pens
Rumblings, noises
I worry then.
Days over, time to go home
Another day has passed
Heave a sigh.
Papers, tables and motivations
Where to find them?
Creativity.
First meeting
I haven't expected
Heart fluttering, confusing.
Pattern of everyday
I’m afraid, and I know
I only feel this way.
Read a poem,
Another act, the last one,
A glimpse of rage.
Reminds me of the days
Back when I was like them.
How nice to go back again.
The sweetness of words,
Small talks and
Harsh and soft touches.
My heart flutters, and clenches.
confused ,
And it’s a lot to embrace.
Poker face that goes all the way
Should I give a sign?
Or just let it play?
But in our world where we stand,
It is a taboo,
A grave crime.
dedicated to R.T
