Poems from Stephanie D.
My, oh my, what a day!
A day indeed cannot be delayed.
What is a day that contains no dismay?
I say, a day, indeed, it ceases to portray...
There is a sycophantic suck up
And a querulous complainer
There goes another brainless bumbler
With their brainless bumbling fairy friend...
A yellow sound scrapes in the distance
Frozen gesture of a perpetual instance
The spiles weep with candid delight
To the consternation of...
A boy in the corner of class
Sits and texts,
Comes to school without
His backpack.
He lounges back in his chair
No purpose,
No drive,...
I saw a million people
Standing on a hill,
Under the grey and square sky.
When I went to ask them,
What they were doing,
They remained...