04-23-2013, 07:14 AM
I had an assignment in my creative writing class to do a piece in the form of a list. Had a lot of fun with it 
The chance, fresh air, the classes, the tours,
the nausea and aches, the water, the shoes,
the creature, the mentor, the come back soon,
the lesson, the lesson, the lesson that sweeps,
the bits and the balcony, smiles and sleep.
The day and the night, the fires, the spark,
the burn and the warmth, the judging desire,
the cancer, the cancer, the scratch in the throat,
the cancer, the cancer, the wandering alone.
The smile, the smile, the plane for a while,
the home, the air, so fresh, so smile,
the moments, the moments, the moments go by,
unpacking, and cleaning, and packing, unpacking,
and back at the room, four walls in the room,
the white and the wood and the mud and the crumbs,
the weight of the world, the reason behind,
the racing and pacing and screaming and chasing
and waiting to find.
The purchase, the pop, the ringing in ears,
the water, the water, more water and water,
the fidget, the shake, the twitch and the quake,
the voices, the shocks, the cordial hello,
the hundred, two hundreds, one thousand, disgust,
the night every night, getting hit by a bus,
the heart beat, the sleep, the grinding of teeth,
the wake up, roll over, the night isn’t over,
the papers, the plants, the ashes, enough,
the shower, the water, the soap and the brush,
the pictures, the poems, the stories and files,
the sleep and the dreams and the musical style,
the duffel, the mix, the makeup, not makeup,
the ups and the downs, the empty, the waiting,
the highs and the lows and the empty, the waiting,
the waiting, the waiting, the impulse, the buy,
the water, more water, the tremble, the eyes,
the papers, the papers, the work and the hands,
the timing, the typing and empty demands,
the guilt and the shame and the sickness that spreads,
the inhale, the exhale, the night of the dead.
The stomach that lurches,
the heart that curves,
the hands that circle,
the veins that fight,
speed up, slow down, control, control,
the inhale, the stop, the darkness, the light.

The chance, fresh air, the classes, the tours,
the nausea and aches, the water, the shoes,
the creature, the mentor, the come back soon,
the lesson, the lesson, the lesson that sweeps,
the bits and the balcony, smiles and sleep.
The day and the night, the fires, the spark,
the burn and the warmth, the judging desire,
the cancer, the cancer, the scratch in the throat,
the cancer, the cancer, the wandering alone.
The smile, the smile, the plane for a while,
the home, the air, so fresh, so smile,
the moments, the moments, the moments go by,
unpacking, and cleaning, and packing, unpacking,
and back at the room, four walls in the room,
the white and the wood and the mud and the crumbs,
the weight of the world, the reason behind,
the racing and pacing and screaming and chasing
and waiting to find.
The purchase, the pop, the ringing in ears,
the water, the water, more water and water,
the fidget, the shake, the twitch and the quake,
the voices, the shocks, the cordial hello,
the hundred, two hundreds, one thousand, disgust,
the night every night, getting hit by a bus,
the heart beat, the sleep, the grinding of teeth,
the wake up, roll over, the night isn’t over,
the papers, the plants, the ashes, enough,
the shower, the water, the soap and the brush,
the pictures, the poems, the stories and files,
the sleep and the dreams and the musical style,
the duffel, the mix, the makeup, not makeup,
the ups and the downs, the empty, the waiting,
the highs and the lows and the empty, the waiting,
the waiting, the waiting, the impulse, the buy,
the water, more water, the tremble, the eyes,
the papers, the papers, the work and the hands,
the timing, the typing and empty demands,
the guilt and the shame and the sickness that spreads,
the inhale, the exhale, the night of the dead.
The stomach that lurches,
the heart that curves,
the hands that circle,
the veins that fight,
speed up, slow down, control, control,
the inhale, the stop, the darkness, the light.


