[REM]

Gerwyn C. Gervacio
IV-SSC

Mrs. Ria D.J. Cawit
Teacher








[REM]

Fabrics tied together that created thru skill
Put in pair, designed to fit into feet
I woke up with my head circulating
Realizations knocked to my door of conscience
My eyes begged me to let them kiss
I let them be, my minds had taken cocaine
Things became exploding colors in air
Oh, too late. My feet are mid-air.

Ouch! That hurts! I lay down the road
Is that dark coffee? This looks good
My feet moved on its own, As I drank the beverage
This bitterness, it lingered through my tongue
My feet stopped, gears started to grind quickly
The lever of consciousness leveled down
It let the pulley to lift imagination
Large plane that rolled it into my brain

Alas! My fingers index pointed out
Out to the sky of various colors and mixtures
I trembled, my body shriveled and sat down
Pain conquered my head, the bomb started to tick off
Three, two, one, boom! It exploded right away
The windows to my soul shut quiet
Cries started to voice what happened
Oh, I realized, that my mind is thinking just.

What grinds my gear are thoughts that such
Why differentiations plagued humankind?
Bisexuals tend to end contract of life
Reason as such they wanted to die than to live
Live in what? Shame? Judgment? Societal issues?
No way! Why did people criminalize black people?
Pigment of the largest body part aint congruent
We, the people, will die from the snail poison of this epidemic

Minutes gone by, ten seconds off eight
Wait, hours must exist in my watch!
What happened to time frame? Is it?
Eureka! Time aint time after all!
It can be existing by nature, but what if not?
Is it created by perception of humanity? Is it discovered?
We just created it as if our own? Is it valid at all?
Time is humankinds greatest illusion!





To lie the truth, is it angelic? or scornful?
The truth. The data of conscience of like
Input the files into devices whose spaces undefined
What if error? Oh! Is it retaliated?
It brought viruses, oh no! The devices broke!
It sparkled, ouch! Pain conquers again,
The gem of darkness radiated at 500 watts
Truth isnt truth and lie isnt lie!

Yarr! Im a pirate! Caused by cons-piracy
Refelcting histories, thou shalt lend your ears!
Japan shook hands with white people of the west!
Kaboom! Navy base, no longer a gem!
Were enjoying solitude in this vast space
Argh! I need another vodka for it really hurts!
Alone? Big eyes, sharp claws and laser guns surely exist!
Ouch! Three gunshots broke my shoulder and-

Hey, bro! Youre late for school!
What? What happened? Why am I sitting?
Oh, the operating system booted me up again
Why? Sleeps love and love conquers all.
I touched myself, looking for something
Oh! There it is! My pen of black ink!
I put on my shoes and carried my knapsack
6:30? Oh, I must be very late
























Explanation:

When Maam Cawit told us earlier about a project, it is about to share any of your written
work and submit on February 27, 2014, Friday which was assigned Wednesday (I think) last
week. The problem is that, I didnt have any written poetry, which is a burden to me for the
reason I havent written one, yet. When this project, was said to us, I quickly looked up to Putty
(Ephraim Jacinto) with jealousy. It is because he just posted poems over Facebook this past
weeks. Then he just laughed knowing that he has already written at least one poetry. At home, I
decided to start writing a poem which is unique. Because I really hate being mainstream. At this
time, I hate writing poems about love, freedom, or anything that is very common to be
considered when writing a poem. Thats the reason I wrote this poem. It is simply about a
student which is about to attend classes at 6 in the morning but how luck! He fell asleep and
started dreaming. He must have slept for a long time that his brother woke him up (showed in
the last stanza) for the reason of he is late for school. Then he rose and attended classes. My
inspiration for this poem is myself. It is because my school life is mostly started early in the
morning. And when Im getting myself ready for school, it is either Im daydreaming or sleeping,
getting me late (at times) at school. This poem is literally about me being a student getting ready
for school.