Broken Minute Hands May Be Hazardous To Your Health

Ok! happy overexuberant gabby comment time!! ^.^

I'd like to start this poem off with a question
Cause I don't understand
Since when did clock makers
Slow down the minute hand?

^^ lmao. no kidding. it's like.....you can't breathe and you're afraid the world is gonna end right there, because time already stopped, so it MUST be the end of time, eh?

Cause I've been sitting in this classroom
And you're waiting in yours
And my mind sees myself
Running out those doors

^^ haha...this is me seventh period. waiting to go to my locker even to see him for two seconds, to get a hug, a smile, a word...anything..

I'm thinking this classroom is unsafe
As we are running out of air
And teacher, your clock is broken
Minutes aren't hours; hardly seems fair

^^ I like how you addressed the teacher. it kind of rips the reader back into reality that this is a classroom....and no, it doesn't seem fair..

Teacher, your words are useless
What you say becomes a blurr
I swear your clock is mocking me
How long till I'm with her?

^^.....*deep breath*
this stanza was really hard for me to read last night, knowing nobody thinks that way about ME...and that's selfish. the stanza itself is beautiful.

~~~~~~~~~~BELL~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

^^ once again, this is like tearing the reader back from thinking. it's a very concrete thing, that everyone has heard before...i like it here. ^.^

As that bell finally rings
I thought my heart would burst
Now its time for our little game
Whose heart will speed up first

^^ our little game......i don't know if i like the game or not, that's what i thought at first....this stanza is wonderful.

You give me one of those hugs
I put my arm around your waist
You decide to play unfairly
Stand two inches from my face

^^ HAHAHAHA. oh the irony.

You know these sparks kill me
But what do they do to you?
I'm sure you can hear my rapid heart
But you show no sign and give no clue

^^ "why don't you feel this way about me?" is practically screaming here..

Now that I am finally here
Our hour-glass drains quick
Where did all our time go?
Reverse this party trick

^^ the cliche is so perfectly summed up right there. which is awesome.

I'd like to end this poem with a question
Because I don't understand
Since when did clock makers
Speed up our minute hand?

^^ stupid clocks. they never work the way we want them to..kinda like love.

this poem is wonderful jesse. i'm glad i was able to stomach reading it finally. thanks for writing it. keep up the cutesy crap. ^.^

Lol, i luv how u opened the poem in the opposite way u closed it. genius! 5/5
xoxo
~waiting~

I only read the first half...i'll read the rest later when i can deal with love. first half is good