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Pixie-beam — Annie
Published: 2005-08-09 21:02:50 +0000 UTC; Views: 65; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 7
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I’m on the edge of my seat,Waiting;
Waiting for my bed.
When I close my eyes
I know it’ll be over.
In just over an hour
I’ll be dreaming my way
Out of this life,
And into another.
Tomorrow.
That’ll be fun,
I’ve never been anywhere
Like that before.
A holiday.
The clock is teasing me,
The wallpaper;
Smirking,
Is bitter like the coffee in my mug.
My bags are packed,
I’m off;
Off in a brass balloon,
To a place where there
Are just enough hours
In a day.
Timetables.
School.
No more
Sitting and wishing for an essay.
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Comments: 6
This piece really tells a story. I like the smirking wallpaper, and the 'place where there/are just enough hours/in a day'.
Kind of confusing when you mention the bed... Are you dreaming about school at night?
Overall, great job!
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thanks.
don't you ever get excited about going to bed, because when you sleep everything goes faster, and you open your eyes and it's a new day? That's why i mentioned the bed.
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Not always, I like my bed. But I understand what you mean now.
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This is beautiful I love the line about the brass balloon, and wishing for an essay, I felt let in, which is good
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