This poem was my first, but it wasn’t really an intentional action. I wasn’t like: “I’m going to write a poem!” It was more along the lines that I had to have an outlet for all the lava that was churning around in my head. What was supposed to be a two minute fling, turned into a four hour…
I wrote this in ISS because of the no sleeping rule they have. I had to find something to keep me awake unless I wanted more days in the hole…
Yay English School?
To sleep, perchance to dream?
No! Just stare at the screen.
Get your head off your desk.
There’s no time for rest.
…
This wrote itself because of my frustration with the adults in my life pressuring me to make decisions about my future in the time span that they wanted as if the colleges were going to grow legs and run away! Give me some time to gather my thoughts before we rush headlong into MORE school!
This was written before I read Atlas Shrugged. It is interesting to me to see how I have always known the ideas of objectivism in practice, I just didn’t know how out them into words.
Devastation and Reform
Will I survive this cold dreary night?
Will I cower down, or stand up and…
