Original Poems II

LADDER

Little Feet

Pattering,

Of feet,

Echo through rooms,

As cats scurry around.

Their claws click on flooring,

As they play together,

Until tiredness overcomes,

And sleep,

Arrives.

STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS

My Thoughts

I'm sitting here typing.

Typing makes a clicking noise when you hit the keys.

Keys for a car make a jingling noise.

Noise is something I try to drown out with music.

Music listening is one of my favorite activities.

Activities are fun to do when you are with your friends.

Friends let me be myself.

Myself is a person who will be true to themselves always.

Always is a very long time.

Time is something there is never enough of.

MUNDANE

The Pencil

It's old and weathered.

The yellow has begun to chip off,

Revealling the wood underneath.

It has been with you through hard times.

That math test you thought you wouldn't make it through.

That 1,000 word essay where you got stuck at the 500 word point.

It travels everywhere with you,

In your backpack or briefcase,

It's waiting to be used.

It remembers it all.

When you got stuck it was there,

Sharpened and ready to go,

The graphite glistening in the light.