Dark tunnels
Black neon lights
To say unnerving
Is an understatement
Attention grabbing soulless puppets
Of cruel and immaculate design
They sit staring at me
The desks they sit at fade away
And I am left seeing all of them
In their fullest
Hanging on each of my words
As if I am the oasis for their boredom
Reaching out and pulling me away
Comments start to form
"I don't understand!"
"Look at them blush!"
"Come on guys, they're probably new at this."
New at this?
Their eyes pointing daggers of fake empathy
"Yes",
I slip in.
Unfortunately
They can only understand me
When I am most vulnerable
And I am met with a variety
Of "good-hearted" pursuits.
Fear and embarrassment
Drive me forward
On my way
To my designated placement
As cackling shadows lunge towards me
Crumbling smiles breaking from bursts of emotion
Follow behind me.
But this symphony of diverse notes
Quiet down as I take my seat
Behind my desk
Like the rest of them.
- Quinn
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The Rants of Feverish Minds
PoetryWelcome to the minds of Quinn and Quill Love. Young students whose frantic and curious minds constantly wander to the land of possibles and Questions. My hope is that by reading these poems, you begin to understand who they are and where they are co...
