So I've really gotten into writing poetry lately and have noticed my self writing poems after random stuff I do during school and whatnot. :) So I suppose this could be classed as a poetry journal. Happy reading.
12th Monday 2011 - German Test.
She opened her eyes wide
Nodding her head slightly,
As the gibberish came out of my mouth.
Then she speaks, Fluent.
The words glide off her tounge.
I stare at her blankly,
Concentrate on the words
The content. The feeling.
What do they mean?
Only God knows.
Soon, after all my thoughts
have been spoken,
In a language that is not my own.
She tells me more work must be done.
My words are meaningless
I realise, and move from my chair.
My head hangs low as I leave my German
teacher to await the next student.
German Orals suck.