I Am Very Bored

School starts in two days. Everyone asks if I am excited. 
Well, no, not really. It happens every year and will happen for three more years of high school after this one. I've been going to school since kindergarten. I'm ready for school, but I'm not excited. It's been too long since I've seen most of my friends, and I'm ready to get back to an exact schedule of classes all day and homework put off as long as possible, but I'm not really excited. 
School is just something that happens. 
And it's happening in two days. 

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A Poem

I wrote a poem at roughly midnight. Here you go.

The Spineless

Or, The Books We Dream About

These are the books we treasure--

The ones that have been read over and over

And over and over

For years.

These are the books we dream about--

The books we fall in love with

And get in trouble for reading class.

These are the books we will read until

We are old and grey,

The books we will pass on to our children,

And they

To their children.

These are the books we stay up reading under the covers

Into the wee hours of the morning.

Their ink is faded and they are lucky

If they still have

Any covers at all.

They have spines of duct tape

With titles scrawled on in Sharpie

And will, no matter what other great books we read,

Always be

Our favorites.

They have tattered, worn pages

Held in with shoddily placed Scotch tape.

These are the books that we buy multiple copies of--

And we wear down, wear out,

Every copy.

The good books,

The really good ones,

Are easy to spot

Because

They are

Stained and ripped

And read and adored

Until they are spineless.

You're welcome.