waiting

Blind Time

I sat there waiting with my feet in the water. Wait. How does one wait? Some people stare at the clock endlessly or watch TV. Or go for a walk or even dress up and some people sleep. But not me, not I. I sit here with my feet in the water motionless… watching nothing like I was a picture. Unframed UN colored UN painted. And the water stood so still nothing but the wind and a fish or two moved it. But as I wait I count the clouds, the breaths, home many times I blink, and the yawns I make. I just wait for something new to happen. Something new to move the water. Something new to count. I am waiting for something. But I don’t know what I am waiting for. Or what it is. So why do we wait. And how do we wait. Is there a right or wrong way to wait? Do was have to fallow steps? All I know is that everyone waits, waits for something we can’t see.

~Sasha Pellerin

I'm sitting here, waiting
I know that you're sick
Why am I still here?

Holding on to the slight chance
You'll show up
I want to pour out everything

I love talking about this
There are so many people
Bored to death with me

It's nice to have someone
Someone else going through
Almost the same thing

So, where are you?
Why aren't you here?
When can we talk?

Winter is
crawling underneath my new flannel duvet cover
and snapping my eyelids open at 3 am.
It's pushing warmth out of the neighborhood
the way the autumn breeze pushes the crinkled leaves
off the maple sapling in my front yard
and into the road.
Winter is
trailing behind a rainy summer,
the one that met true freedom the day I met you
by the lake in June. The perfect summer
is a hard act to follow.

Snow will rise up from the lake and ponds,
puddles and streams;
frost will frame our window sills one morning unexpectedly,
as soon as we think an Indian summer is due,
the sun's last kick.
It will cover our cars, and mailboxes.
It will separate you and I from where we once stood
in the fading light of summer.
One day, I will look up from my homework
and see wet slush falling from the clouds.

This is how winter comes;
gradually, quietly, finally.

.
.
.
A day we’ve been waiting for,
Four years now.
A day we’ve all been dread.
The end of one life,
The beginning of another.

I sit
and I wait in silence
wondering what exactly
you are doing right now
what you are thinking of
who you're with

I wish I could call you
but alas,
I don't know your number

I would talk to you in the internet
but alas,
you are not signed on

I wish you would reply to the e-mails
I've sent
full of the questions I've asked you
why don't,
you reply?

I miss your face,
at karate
since baseball started

You are kind of like an idol for me at karate
I mean,
you are a black belt,
for crying out loud
who doesn't look up to someone who has
acheived such greatness,
such grace,
such power?

New York Mets,
he says,
is his favorite team
he's got the coolest hats to prove it

I'm still waiting
for you to show up online
so we can talk
or for you to just answer my e-mails
I only talk to you on the internet
because I am too scared to talk to you
face to face
because I'm afraid of acting stupid.
on the internet,
I don't have to worry about you seeing my face
get all red
with embarrassment

so when you get the chance
sign in online,
so we can chat,
I'm still waiting.

The bell rings, right at 3 o'clock.
When I get out of class, I go to the door.
No one is there.
I go to my friend and I say, "Where do you think everyone is?"
"I don't know," he says. "Usually someone is here by now."
It's 3:30pm and we're all still...
waiting.
Everyone in the school is talking on their phone, trying to see if someone is coming.
I go to the cafeteria to buy something.

I
lie
sprawled out
across the floor
the phone in my hand
waiting for her
to finally
call
me

it rings
it's not for me

it rings again but
it's still not her

it rings again
and it's her

will she
finally
listen to my apology

i say it
as fast as
i can
with tears in my eyes

someone laughs
and hangs up

Waiting for the snow to stop falling. I bite my nails to the bleeding point. Waiting for the phone to ring. Pacing 1, 2, 3 turn 1, 2, 3. Waiting for mom to come home. Swearing at silence. Waiting for someone to save me. Crying into my pillow. Waiting for someone to care. Blood stains the wrist like paint on a wall. Waiting for someone to find me. Staying still on cold bathroom tile.

No one likes to wait.
It can be dull, and there’s usually
something else that we could be doing.
Yet life requires waiting.
Without it, life becomes the Autobahn,
a highway of zooming people
instead of cars.
On the busy highway,
there are no traffic lights,
no stop signs,
or intersections.
The feeling of time hurrying us would be like
the minimum speed limit

No one likes to wait.
It can be dull, and there’s usually
something else that we could be doing.
Yet life requires waiting.
Without it, life becomes the Autobahn,
a highway of zooming people
instead of cars.
On the busy highway,
there are no traffic lights,
no stop signs,
or intersections.
The feeling of time hurrying us would be like
the minimum speed limit

Waiting.
Watching, listening, waiting
Wanting, wishing, waiting
One moment, never ending
Seconds drag, and time slows
To the speed of the universe
I wait, for knowing
I hope, for this eternity of warped time to come to close
To find out, what I want to know

By Mary Pat Morgan
Edmunds Elementary, Grade 3

A Ride at the Fair

By Greta L.A. Zarro
Rice Memorial High School, Grade 9

As I stare at the clock,
the second hand moves a millimeter.
Time passes slowly,
when you have to wait restlessly.

My dentist appointment,
begins in an hour.
It seems like forever,
and time just doesn’t want to budge.

I really do hate going to the dentist’s.
Zzr, zzzzzz, zzrrr,
my gaping mouth wrenched apart,

I am waiting,
For inspiration,
My mind is fading,
Into desolation,
I try to think,
Of what to write,
Can't find the link,
Nothing in sight,
Looking around,
Nothing to be found,
Sitting down,
With just a frown.

Ok, this is just something that I wrote because my friend told me to wait for boys... That annoyed me because thats all I ever do, so I wrote this... Even though I still think the best way to approach boys is for them to come to you and ask you out... I don't know why, but I am more traditional in that respect...