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i see u crouched in a corner
holding a machine that u made
i enter ur room
and am surrounded by mysterious figures, numbers and names
i ask u wat u have been doing
and u just lift ur head and say "Killing Time"
taken aback i walk around ur room
trying to figure out wat ur inventions scream
those self painted walls
with paintings of un-known things
random books and notes strewn across the floor
i bend down to view them
but the passive look on ur face stops me from doing so
i walk around and see
a black cloth covering a metallic piece
i look back at u and pull it off
u jump up on ur feet and rush to stop me
but this time i see one of ur inventions that u always hid
and wow it was something outta this world!
i gape at u, while u smirk
how cud u be this way? i howl
and i never got a reply
ok this poem is WEIRD! i know i know! but i guess i am getting back in form! :P no actually this poem DOES have a VERY strong feeling hidden somewhere but i guess i wasnt able to portray it well enough... well here goes the background for this poem... read the poem again after reading this and lemme know if THIS TIME it made sense!:P
well the person siting in the corner is basically me... and the ROOM is ma world... i mean wid weird figures and number that DO NOT MAKE SENSE TO ANYONE ELSE(person entering the room) well the inventions r minor or major achievements that i try to hide from everyone and for me they r something dat wud NOT make the world happy OR it isnt something important that SHUD be shared with everyone... so dats the reason ma first reply to wat i was doing was "KILLING TIME" and well wen ppl ask me why i am like this... i never have the words to explain them so they never get a reply...
ok one more thing... the person sitting in the corner is "ME" but the person entering is EVERYONE i know! bbut in the poem i refer maself as the person entering the room cause i thought it wud be better ritten that way since it does not give a very clear view of me!
thx for reading!