All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Boredom
I like the trees in the clocks which grow when they stop,
the flowers of time, how they bloom,
and, the maps that draw themselves
on the walls.
Music notes that float in silence
through an open window, they bring
with them the stories that spread
out on the ceiling.
And I, it is my job, to listen to them all,
I take their illustrated afternoons,
put them out on paper, it is,
their only chance to live.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.