Dramatically Bored

I am dramatically bored,
put your hands on my forehead,
it's heated under your fingertips.
Hear the monotonous tones
that mean to shape my life,
can you see my disinterest?
Taste my sleepy yawn
as I slip away and listen
to your subliminal words -
I am past bored
and I truly do not care.

I am subconsciously awake,
nothing more than my eyes are open.
See the glass protecting me?
Hear the teacher sigh...
Is it he who cares for my future life?
I cannot fake my dislike
for the gold he tries to sell.
The surroundings are one tone,
vision and touch one in my head -
I am past bored
and I truly do not care.

*I wrote this in class *

Wow.
This is exactly how I feel each day...almost.
I love how you describe boredom!
Awesome job Ink!
Great poem!

~Lulu

haha beautiful description of what seems to be an everyday occurrence

wow...this poem was so boring, i found it hard to read the whole thing.

please learn to write before you post again.

haha, just kiddin'. this was pretty good, really captured the essence of true boredum! not exactly literary genius, but still easy to relate to and funny. good job!

Tut, tut, tut. Writing poems when you should be paying attention in class. I suppose people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones though, I'm suppose to be studying!

So good job here. You have some appropirate imagery here which was, ironically, quite interesting. I liked the way it all sounded when I read it out loud; it flowed well. I don't really have any major problems with your grammer ect.

I liked the repitition of this line:

I am past bored
and I truly do not care.

Oh, and by the way. I LOVE your signature. I did smile.

Eimear