Array ( [sid] => 168987 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Revision [time] => 2011-12-03 09:39:19 [hometext] => New Poem By Matt Jewsbury About Revising For Exams [bodytext] => I'm alive, I'm awake! And I'm feeling great!
Oh. Wait.. Time to revise. *dies a little inside*
The pain shall never end, as I flex the pen and watch it bend.
The aching reaching my fingers.
Soon I am wishing this boredom wouldn't linger.
The sun glares at me invitingly. Inviting me. Teasing me.
But no, I must resist, and do as my parents insist.
To sit in this slowly darkening prison untill the work is done.
They imprison me for hours on end, thinking its all the trend.
They think they have won and laugh at me.

But I am the one who is laughing at them, as they left me alone, in my room, in the revision free zone.
This room is for sleep and not for me to think deep.
I whittle away the hours doodling pictures of flowers,
Wishing I was among the birds who frolic in the sky.
Wishing I was that bee as it buzzes by.
Wishing I was elsewhere, doing things without a care.....
My imagination is conjuring images of hope as the sun sets.
I stare at the empty page in front of me,
Inviting me to touch pen to paper.
Telling me to revise and excel.
I ignore it, and tell the world one thing;

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Date: Saturday, 3rd December 2011 @ 09:39:19 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: MrJewsbury
I'm alive, I'm awake! And I'm feeling great!
Oh. Wait.. Time to revise. *dies a little inside*
The pain shall never end, as I flex the pen and watch it bend.
The aching reaching my fingers.
Soon I am wishing this boredom wouldn't linger.
The sun glares at me invitingly. Inviting me. Teasing me.
But no, I must resist, and do as my parents insist.
To sit in this slowly darkening prison untill the work is done.
They imprison me for hours on end, thinking its all the trend.
They think they have won and laugh at me.

But I am the one who is laughing at them, as they left me alone, in my room, in the revision free zone.
This room is for sleep and not for me to think deep.
I whittle away the hours doodling pictures of flowers,
Wishing I was among the birds who frolic in the sky.
Wishing I was that bee as it buzzes by.
Wishing I was elsewhere, doing things without a care.....
My imagination is conjuring images of hope as the sun sets.
I stare at the empty page in front of me,
Inviting me to touch pen to paper.
Telling me to revise and excel.
I ignore it, and tell the world one thing;

My brain will not bloom in this room.

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