My Math Teacher
Told me
Today
That if she
Caught me drawing on my homework
Again
I would not like the consquences.

My friend on the RPs told me
To stop spamming
When I welcomed a friend.

And I
Obeyed
Because I always do.
Obey the rules.
Stay out of the way.
Sit down and shut up.
Or get trampled in the rush.

I take an extra piece of paper now.
And draw on that.
My friend tells me to pay attention.
I tell her to stop paying attention to me.
I'm busy.
The Doctor is out.

I write my own stories,
Filled with hope and fear.
The people I love
And Hate
Dance in their circles,
Never missing a beat.

I draw shapes.
With no meanings.
Lines criss-cross
and curve
with no order.
I draw people.
Happy people.
Sad people.
Angry people.
And people who I wish I knew.

Most importantly
I draw
What I want.
People ask me who
They are,
My people.

I write what I want.
No rules, no bounds.
No deadlines to meet.
No rules on how sweet.
Or sour.
Or how the story ends.
Just me and them.
Making it up as we go.


I tell my friends
That they have no names.
Yet.

Their hair fall around their backs
Shining in that way only pencil can draw.
Eyes full of hope
or quiet sadness
or defiance.
Arms wide
or behind their backs
or holding something.

What I draw is my own.
Never more than one in each picture.
I draw what I wish.

Always laughing or crying,
Not a boring moment.
No worries
No fear
I am alone
Save for what I wish.

What I write is my own
Never a thing I do not want.
I write what I wish.





Truth: I want to know what spawned this NOW.

Me: Don't mind this. It's complete stupidness that I made out of mild annoyance.