A Poem About How I'm Feeling Today

Despite what the title might make you think, I did not actually write this poem today. I've been looking for excuses to not edit, so I thought I'd post on here, so I was scrolling through my poetry file and found this poem. It matches how I'm feeling today, so I was like, "Yes! Finally, something not random."
I wrote this, oh, a month ago or more. Just something I scribbled out in lunch or something. The words began playing in my head as I left AP English for Open Studio. Now they play in my head on that path all the time; it's awesome, except for the fact that it's real...
Ah well. Here's the poem, and after that I have some 'I'm a pretentious artsy person' news.

Running

Hands on glass

Handprints on glass

Rapid footsteps down the hall

Swish goes the door

Down the secret staircase

Running down the stairs

Bang goes the door

Fly across the hall

Down the second staircase, swish

The scent of paint and charcoal

Safe.

Sometimes I wonder why I keep

Running from you

When I’m stronger now.

Gah! I keep accidentally opening my editing file instead of my poetry file. I thought I minimized you, The Eraser! STOP REMINDING ME THAT I'M PROCRASTINATING! Seriously, I got home from work (at the library) at 5, and I finished my homework early STILL, and I'm wasting time on here.

Whatevs. I'll edit in lunch tomorrow. I have Art Club in study hall so I can't do it then.

ANYWAY. My pretentious person news is... two things.

1. I just slid into the finalists for the Probability of Miracles contest on Figment! Whoo! And now you can't do anything to help me, it's up to Wendy Wunders whether I win or not.

2. I just listened to three French songs in a row, and they are not all from Les Choristes, for once. The first one is "La Peur" by No One is Innocent. It means 'The Fear'. The second is 'Je Veux' by Zaz. It means 'I Want'. The last is, um, 'Vois sur ton chemin' by, you know, those people. It means 'I Love this Song' :)

Yeah. So, like, thirty words of actual poetry and several hundred of ranty crap about my life. Feel free to ignore all the fringes around the poem. I adore that poem, actually. Like I said, I always think about on the way from AP English to Open Studio. Not that I would want to run away from AP English! That's my favorite class. No, the poem refers to something else.

Si la peur fait bouger, elle fait rarement avancer... Oh, yeah, I listen to French music, and what do you listen to? Is that Nicki Minaj I see in your playlist? HA HA, I'm classier than you!

I totally wrote a 'Superbass' parody about NaNoWriMo. I still hate Nicki Minaj.

Goodbye, before I lose sleep from all this procrastination.

I shall post more another time in the future (probably tomorrow, with the title 'Hey Guys, It's Friday and I'm STILL NOT EDITING')

-magic*esi

Running

A poem about being afraid of something you don’t understand.

“Hands on glass

Handprints on glass

Rapid footsteps down the hall”

November 2011