Monday classes start
I ain’t taking art
I’m taking computer science
All I hear is silence
And a small voice
Saying I’m about to get screwed
Code and coding will be totally new
Wish me luck
I’ll need all of it
Posts Tagged ‘dorm’
Oh gosh
Posted: August 18, 2013 in UncategorizedTags: art, author, class, College, computer-science, dorm, monday, novel, poem, poetry, school, story, writing
Relax mode
Posted: August 17, 2013 in UncategorizedTags: author, bed, chair, College, desk, dorm, laptop, Mind, novel, poem, poetry, relax, room, sit, story, think, writing
I sit here to think
To ponder and wonder
About anything that flows to my head
I’m in a different state of mind
A relaxing one
A one I hope comes again
Problems :(
Posted: August 17, 2013 in UncategorizedTags: author, Bright, College, dorm, glow, life, night, novel, poem, poetry, stars, story, writing
The stars glow brighter
Or so I imagine
I can’t see
Just a damn security light
Shining right into my window
Too much
Posted: August 16, 2013 in UncategorizedTags: author, Building, Chaos, College, dorm, life, moving, novel, poem, poetry, story, writing, wvu
All the others are moving in
Chaos surrounds each building
And inside is another story
To be continued…
Right side
Posted: August 16, 2013 in UncategorizedTags: author, bed, College, dorm, life, novel, poem, poetry, room, school, story, window, writing
I can’t see the stars
I just see electric lights
Just another building
The blinds kind of work
Good thing I sleep on my right side
Away from the window
Sounds of the college
Posted: August 15, 2013 in UncategorizedTags: author, Car, College, construction, dorm, life, novel, poem, poetry, police, story, teens, writing
Construction noises outside my window
Police sirens blaring
And school kids unpacking
Yet all this is peaceful
I don’t know why
I’m getting use to it
That’s good
Because I’m here for a year
First morning in my room
Posted: August 15, 2013 in UncategorizedTags: author, birds, Cars, College, dorm, machine, novel, poem, poetry, shower, story, writing
I’m awake
Not that I want to be
But I am
It’s too early
I don’t hear birds
Or cars
I just hear
An unknown machine
It’s buzzing and hymning its way to me
This morning is different
But I’ll get use to it
Now let’s see about that shower
I hear it doesn’t have hot water…