I joined this community a long while back and then my school blocked livejournal..
So I think I'll reintroduce myself. I'm Finola, i'm 17, i'm in my last year of a somewhat hellish boarding school. My writings rather messy so critique and help are always appreciated, thanks.
Tock, tock, tock.
I spoke.
You asked if I could,
I can.
So maybe if I move my tongue quick enough
the stagnant taste of stepping
toe to toe
in an eye-less march
may fade
to simple boredom.
But trip me up again, your eyes
the colour of frozen fingertips,
near testy as your whippet words,
and I might find a quieter silence.
I chose to tick of nonsense
and twitch and spit the ways
that might illicit a cipher, splinter
to tempt a petty word from your sprite, strutting teeth.
So stop looking at me like I need pity.
Just keep doing what you're doing.
Spite yourself, nod along.
Totter along, nod along
to the tune you're not listening to
but someone else said was "fab".
Tock, tock, tock.
How long has that bloody watch been broken?
I'd miss the tick but your oblivion's tee-total.
Or did I finally blow out my own ears?
Maybe that's my brain tunelessly humming
your
talk, talk, talk.