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[ivc-spilledink]

The tapping underfoot The whispers of a words Uncomfortable shuffling The clinking of metal The unsettling subtlety Of a pencil dragging on adapted wood The mellowness of erasers A churning in the walls Like the growing pains of the building Its pipes stretching The occasional clack of keys And the breath of a sigh A soft cacophony One almost unheard It’s a song we all sing The cacophony of the classroom The sounds of a stare The color of contentment With a day’s work done The snaps of fingers The rustling of faraway leaves And the creation of wrinkles in clothing Nervous chuckles Hats drop and bows droop Chains tap on the window pane And he stood there quietly Smiling yet translucent When I blinked he was gone Although I tried to grasp him anyway The sound of heartbreak Only added To the cacophony of the classroom The classroom cacophony Finally fell silent All that was left Were the small breaths Exhaling, exiting From my mouth And yet I still, Still expected to hear his too His breath Subtracted from the Classroom Cacophony And I added With a sigh

The Classroom Cacophony // @lexichan0107

[everyonespoetry]

Laughter is Not Pastel Pink or Yellow (prose poetry)

I ask people, “What is the color of laughter?” They respond with pastel pinks and yellows. My face becomes wry, displeased, almost with a touch of mockery. Laughter is not pastel pink or yellow. Laughter is not pastel at all. Laughter is red, the small chuckle that escapes his mouth in the middle of a bar fight. Laughter might even be translucent. It’s practically see through. It’s a window through the masks she wears everyday. Laughter is not pastel pink or yellow. Laughter is blue, when she says “Oh…” leaving a friend’s house knowing she’ll never return.

“Have you ever owned laughter? Have you really made it yours?” You’ll say sure. You snort, giggle, and chuckle in your own odd ways. Despite this, laughter was never yours. You laugh because it’s part of your facade, your political appearance. That’s where you and I differ.

Laughter is not pastel pink or yellow. Laughter is mine. Laughter is mine and nothing of mine is pastel pink or yellow.

An original poem submitted by  lexichan0107

[everyonespoetry]

The Classroom Cacophony

The tapping underfoot The whispers of a words Uncomfortable shuffling The clinking of metal The unsettling subtlety Of a pencil dragging on adapted wood The mellowness of erasers A churning in the walls Like the growing pains of the building Its pipes stretching The occasional clack of keys And the breath of a sigh

A soft cacophony One almost unheard It’s a song we all sing The cacophony of the classroom The sounds of a stare The color of contentment With a day’s work done

The snaps of fingers The rustling of faraway leaves And the creation of wrinkles in clothing Nervous chuckles Hats drop and bows droop Chains tap on the window pane

And he stood there quietly Smiling yet translucent When I blinked he was gone Although I tried to grasp him anyway The sound of heartbreak Only added To the cacophony of the classroom The classroom cacophony

Finally fell silent All that was left Were the small breaths Exhaling, exiting From my mouth

And yet I still, Still expected to hear his too His breath Subtracted from the Classroom Cacophony And I added With a sigh

An original poem submitted by  lexichan0107

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