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Teenage Graffiti

Member since 2002 · Posted 1 Aug 2002 · 4 comments

Staring stonily, slouching in a worn out plastic chair I hear prejudice jeering, mockery giggling, a droning teacher. Various cliches loudly whispering among themselves Apathetic to the Sex-Ed feature. The geeks tapping at their calculator The freaks silently wording a Manson song The jocks comparing biceps The newbies attempting to belong. I glance at my wristwatch and glance again to verify But still twentyfive minutes of class. I sigh and put my head down Wishing for the torturous time to pass. Closing my ears from the competitive voices I stare down at my desk. Watching my breath condense on the cheap veneer Causing students' graffiti to seem still more grotesque: Random markings in pen and pencil and whiteout Coupled with Exacto knife carvings Displays the work of a teenage generation Hungry for life, but slowly starving. A deafening bell cuts off the lecture Ignorant of the unblinking overhead Hastily being pushed away. Students left, with words still unsaid.

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[6] horus8 1-Aug-02/1:12 AM Reply
guess what you are? the fifth recipient in the saga "plains of africa", congratulations:
plains of africa part (5) the young cheetah siblings peered out from their hideaway. they were waitimg for mother to appear. eager for her distinct shoulder blades jutting up into the setting sun. they were hungry and thirsty, but they knew better not to move without mother. but where could she be? it had been two days by the older brother's calculations. while cleaning his sister he smells a familiar scent. turning his head towards the water hole he notices a vulture half submerged in the sitting water. he decides to risk it. he springs and sprints toward the dying morsel, but the vulture still barely aware. lifts itself to safety. the cheetah knowing it's meal is now a memory in his dehydrated nose opts to take a quick drink. one two three laps of moisture then back to his sister. instead he turns to see a pack of wild dogs coming to drink and size him up. he's fast enough to get back to his sister, but that would be the end of them both. he sits licking his last taste of water from his lips before they tear him appart. his sister looks on too parched to cry, too smart to meowl. across the water hole under a shady cypress. she notices a male rhino sniffing at the horn and bones of his stripped mate. the right back hoof has a dark stain upon it. her brother now torn to pieces derd quietly and pridefully. she's still hungry. the sun has fallen below the grass. the sky burns unaware and majesticlyy
[n/a] JanieDoe 1-Aug-02/11:12 AM Reply
h. u must have alot of free time on your hands hm?
[7] Bachus 1-Aug-02/7:31 PM Reply
The memory of my breath condensating upon my desk is overwhelming, vivid, I've printed this one out and put it behind a refrigerator magnet. That way I wont feel to old in the morning when I go to the cooler on the other side of my trailer and grab myself a cold one while scratching my smelly hairy pot belly. Cuz the fridge is broke and outside, but not lonely cuz its got your poem keeping it company.
[n/a] JanieDoe 4-Aug-02/7:23 PM Reply
hm yeah. wow clubbing is awesome. especially on hot import nights. i love being 18