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nodnarb24
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The poem that follows, Is one that I made for my Honors English class(I HATE HONORS ENGLISH!!!). It's suposed to be about a "place" but it ended being about how bored I was and random things that popped into my head (if you couldn't figure that out). Any comments will be appreciated (even expressing how [naughty word(s) deleted] it is, which it is).
Town of Boredom, Forced Solitude in my Room
A brief poem expressing the boredom of a teenager, which was created by his surrounding environment.
Here I sit,
Like I have all day,
In my desolate room,
Staring at my computer monitor,
Listening to the punk band AFI,
As I do my homework,
Since there is nothing else to do.
I have no one to hang out with,
My best friend broke his arm,
He can’t go anywhere till at least Wednesday,
He’s no fun.
My other friends are either stoned,
Which I’m not interested in,
Or sitting in there rooms,
Like I am right now.
There is never anything to do on a Sunday night,
Everything is closed by 5 o’clock,
Except for the bars on South St,
Where the bums and drunks hang out.
I did go to the mall,
I bought a few CD’s and DVD’s,
I spent $150 total,
Those kept me entertained for a few hours.
While I write this,
I notice that my room is quite messy,
I might clean it if there is nothing better to do.
It’s also cold in here,
I might put on my hoodie.
I spot my 40 plus DVD’s on my desk,
Right next to my computer,
I might watch one later.
I also observe that my walls are pretty bare,
I should buy some posters and stuff to cover them.
I have no inspiration,
How am I going to end this poem?
I’ve been trying to write it for an hour,
I’m surprised it kept me busy for that long,
It hasn’t been keeping me entertained,
I know,
I’ll have it end itself,
Now I go off to find something else (hopefully more entertaining) to do.
THE END
Town of Boredom, Forced Solitude in my Room
A brief poem expressing the boredom of a teenager, which was created by his surrounding environment.
Here I sit,
Like I have all day,
In my desolate room,
Staring at my computer monitor,
Listening to the punk band AFI,
As I do my homework,
Since there is nothing else to do.
I have no one to hang out with,
My best friend broke his arm,
He can’t go anywhere till at least Wednesday,
He’s no fun.
My other friends are either stoned,
Which I’m not interested in,
Or sitting in there rooms,
Like I am right now.
There is never anything to do on a Sunday night,
Everything is closed by 5 o’clock,
Except for the bars on South St,
Where the bums and drunks hang out.
I did go to the mall,
I bought a few CD’s and DVD’s,
I spent $150 total,
Those kept me entertained for a few hours.
While I write this,
I notice that my room is quite messy,
I might clean it if there is nothing better to do.
It’s also cold in here,
I might put on my hoodie.
I spot my 40 plus DVD’s on my desk,
Right next to my computer,
I might watch one later.
I also observe that my walls are pretty bare,
I should buy some posters and stuff to cover them.
I have no inspiration,
How am I going to end this poem?
I’ve been trying to write it for an hour,
I’m surprised it kept me busy for that long,
It hasn’t been keeping me entertained,
I know,
I’ll have it end itself,
Now I go off to find something else (hopefully more entertaining) to do.
THE END