waiting

They are waiting, Read more »

 Sitting on the clock,

waiting, Read more »

I believe patience

Is a key principle to life.

There are some moments

Where one must slow down

And wait.

Not to rush,

But to take things

One step at a time.

To think choices through.

To be able to wait Read more »

We are not what one would call

“traditional”

We are not wise in the 

eyes of the world

We are not “boy meets girl”

happily ever after. 

We are “official” but I can’t stop wondering

what we are.

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Hovering over the refresh button,

though the page updates automatically.

I'll endure another minute of torture

then shut my laptop dramatically Read more »

The room was silent. Absolutely. Read more »

Her face is lined, a line for every year she’s been on the Earth. Her silver hair is tied up and her tired blue eyes stare out the window.
Just because she has aged, however, does not mean she is not still beautiful. You can still see the young woman she once was. Read more »

Overwhelming Pain
By
Maya Redington

A hole inside
Chest rises and falls shakily
Can’t continue on like this
Try to escape this maddening world
Holes slowly puncture there way through
Its killing me
Waiting forever

At the end of the world by a sunlit sea
Someone so special is waiting for me

He's lying on a towel that sits upon the sand
Fidgeting with the small velvet box in his hand

Any other day I wouldn't be able to linger
Feel him slip the small ring onto my finger

But today's different, I know where I'll be
At the end of the world by a sunlit sea.

The hearts of us all have been lost,
But one day they would have been broken.
I'm the one to blame,
For the things you have forgotten,
For the things you're angry about,
I'm the one who cause this all.
Of course I am.
I'm the only one standing by you all this time,
And now you even push me away.
I couldn't stop to cry,
Cause I would get left behind,
But I'll stand through it all,
Not breaking my stride.
I've caused the ripple in your life,
I've been the one helping you back up,
Attacking your fears and bringing back the sunlight.
I've been the one doing all that, Read more »

Waiting
Mind blank
Hoping for something
Something that is important
That makes a difference
Something that will change your life
Hoping that day arrives
Maybe it will
Still Waiting
Hoping

I sit here naked
Vulnerable, I wait for you
Maybe something happened
Maybe nothing happened...
Why must I suffer
You say you're sorry for last time
So why not fix it this time
I can't have that slack you do
I get chastised
Why do you get off Scott
Why am I so forgiving
I'd like to be the one in the high chair
...Just once
I'd like to be the one who doesn't get penalized
I'm not mad
I don't even want you in trouble
I just want to be able to believe you next time
Please, help me

Enter
Undesirables lay among the corrupt;
The frail remains of the derelict
Worn ragged from seclusion
The tires seething on the asphalt
The shifting film of your eyes
I’ve biased your hue
You can’t clutch this
And
At the silver lining
Slit your tether;
Focusing the fractures
Your penultimate chance is
To start over

Today after school I am going with my mom to Walmart for my birthday, and we are going to get some stuff. I can't wait until we go! On Sunday we might go to the mall with y birthday money, and I might bring somebody with me. I can't wait. I am so glad that my birthday came up, because i have been waiting for it and it finally came.

Hopelessly Devoted

Without you here I’m so alone
A mighty king without his throne
An activist without a voice
A lonely life without a choice
An empty corpse without a heart
It’s how I feel when we’re apart
So come back home, I miss your grin
I miss the way you let me in
When rain falls cold onto the street
When I can barely feel my feet
From riding mile after mile
Just to see your glowing smile
Just to trace your fingertips
Just to feel your cautious lips
Just to wrap you in my arms
To wake up late with no alarms
To play you music in the dark Read more »

            A poem can be a dream or a wish on a shooting star. Langston Hughes wrote his poem Dream Deferred with the purpose of helping guide readers put their dreams into action. A dream isn't meant to stay with a person forever, brewing in a heart waiting to finally burst free. Anyone can us e Hughes’ poem in order to take steps toward guiding a dream into reality. Hughes uses simile, repetition and rhetorical questions as forms of figurative language. Read more »

Closet shopper

By Lila Tennyanoff
Thetford Academy, Grade 8

The cart rolls slowly among the aisles, escorting me hour after hour
She whips clothes from the racks, looking at one and then another
Shuffling my feet, sent inside the dressing room
Smothered by clothes, piled carefree
One then another, searching for the "perfect dress"
Hangers clink together, dresses fall to join the assembled piles
Finally, staring into a mirror, I view the "perfect match"
Beautiful as can be and at last placed into the cart
Not forgetting the lovely but ill-suited rejects also in hand
I release those misfits and race to the checkout
I purchase perfection
Now hanging on a rack in my closet
Waiting for a day to shine.

THe room never sleeps, the room never changes. Sure, the wall paint is changed, the magazines fade and the plants are dug up and replanted; but the purpos and anxiety never changes. No room on Earth has even been home to such intense anxiety.
Here, little toddlers bounce anxiously on their grandparents knee, curiously awaiting to meet the alien that been living in mommy's belly.
Here, mohters squeeze their husbands hand in fear, as they wait for the hardest news they'll ever hear.
Here, doctors let out a long-awaited relieved sigh as they get to brake the good news, "You can see him in a minute, he's fine."
Thousands upon thousands of prayers have been poured out here. Begging and pleading, just one more chance.
People's lives change dramatically here, some for the better, some for the worse. People's memories live in this room. Memories they re-watch everyday. Memories of the waiting room.

I watch him climb off the bus
slow as a snail
in no rush
He doesn't stop to get the mail

just stands there,
watching and waiting
Oblivious to everything, even the sunshine glare.
And while I'm debating

Whether to help him or not
the bus pulls away,
as if time itself forgot.

One day in late July, a 7 year old girl named Isabelle sat ina boring, stinky waiting room for hours. She felt like she sat there for so long that by the time the doctor got to her, she would have forgotten what she was there for! That is the story of the boring, stinky waiting room.

By Alyssa LuBow
Clarendon Elementary School, Grade 5

Waiting rooms are boring. All you do is wait, wait, wait, and wait some more. I just want to fall asleep. Then I hear the door open and a bell ring and people talking really loud. I just want to leave.

In the office i wait,
There are magzines
The little toy truck,
And even a yellow rubber duck

Even at my age,
I need something to do.
Just 23 more minutes
and into the room, all blue

The sense of a drill
And the smell of clean
I hate it out here
I want to be where it's green.

By Olivia Powell
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

An artificial haze of
A yellowish glow
Shines down on the
Kids’ and parenting
Magazines,
Crumpled pages
And smiling covers
Resting neatly against the shelf.
Faint murmurs between mothers
And giggles between playing kids
Add warmth to the cold atmosphere.
The pale phone at the receptionist’s desk
Rings, and she turns from a pile of paperwork
To talk to the new patient.
My arm begins to throb again
And then the bleached white door opens
And my name is spoken into the
Calm, waiting room atmosphere.

One day I had to go to the doctor’s office to get my head checked out from a recent concussion. I was sitting in the waiting room, while my mom got me all checked in, while I was sitting there were many strange people, that came in, with not your average problems. Like one man who came in and had gotten his hand stuck in steering wheel while driving and was worried that, he had dislocated something, next a women who came in whose daughter had gotten a two tic tacs lodged up her nose. Finally a normal woman came in who just had a very strong cold. As I sat there waiting for my turn still I was looked at the people with there out of the ordinary problems. The man with the arm was sitting there cradling his arm, with a worried expression across his face. The worried mother sat there with her daughter flicking her daughters arm away from her nose. Then I and the woman with the average cold sat there next to me with the same expression on her face as me. Read more »

Going to the ER not a wonderful thing
Entering and stating your injury
Then sitting and waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Seeing all the other people
Come in all bloody and misplaced
Then they too just wait
Wait
And wait

I wait

wait in the waiting room

no one comes out

no one goes in

we just wait

an hour, or two

a lifetime or three

or a few seconds

wait you may, wait in the sun

be thankful all the corn is done steaming in the memories of yonder years

it was the 5th month of june. when the snow falls just like snow falls falling. waiting

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