Student lounge room 302

green chairs in this plain a*s room
florescent bulbs bring dull flat light
My creative expressions cold dark tomb
here my ideas fall just out of shight
These windowed walls bring cynical stares
the passerby's giving hateful glares
Here i start to fall from grace
and find myself alone in this empty place
thats when creativity begins again

Reviews

[D.R. Wilsey Jr.]

There's something about this that I like. Most of the time I'm not a fan of rhyming, but I enjoy some of the images you conjure up. For some reason I love the title too. Maybe when I read it I was simply trying to figure out what kind of stuff happened in 'Student lounge room 302'.

Interesting. I'll have to stop by when you have some more pieces up. Cheers.

[Jane Doe]

idk i kinda feel like your like a biotch in this one no offense but you come on wayyy hard read my poem loveable tell me what you think and how un hardly i attack it you sound kinda agressive like me but not in my poems