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The smell of heat surrounds me.
Sun shines in my eyes.
It starts,
then it stops.
A car drives by.
A muffled conversation,
then a sudden laugh.
Trees are moving,
then they stop.
Cars drive by.
Music is being played,
through silent ear phones.
It stops,
and waits,
and then it starts again.
Quarters fall onto quarters,
dimes, and nickels, and pennies.
One ticket,
one guest.
Then it starts again.
The dull roar of the road,
is audible through the windows.
It starts,
then it stops;
Only to start again.
Sun shines in my eyes.
It starts,
then it stops.
A car drives by.
A muffled conversation,
then a sudden laugh.
Trees are moving,
then they stop.
Cars drive by.
Music is being played,
through silent ear phones.
It stops,
and waits,
and then it starts again.
Quarters fall onto quarters,
dimes, and nickels, and pennies.
One ticket,
one guest.
Then it starts again.
The dull roar of the road,
is audible through the windows.
It starts,
then it stops;
Only to start again.
If you want to guess what the "it" is in the poem, don't read the description first. 
I was waiting for the bus after the first day of German club. I sat at the bench and I got bored. So I thought: "I'll get out a notebook and draw or something."
Sure enough, as I get settled and ready to doodle, I see the bus approaching my stop. I sighed and was about to pack it all up but then I was like, "No. I'll keep my stuff out."
So there I was, sitting on the bus with my binder, notebook, and pencil. I had to do something. Write anything. But what to write about? Do homework? I don't have writing homework that I can do right now. Do I just make stuff up? What if I look like some weirdo pretending to write stuff but not actually writing. I don't even know WHAT to write about!!!!
"Shh. Calm down. Write about what is happening. Should be easy enough."
And then I thought, why not make a poem?
In the end, I probably still looked stupid trying to mouth out the lines and see if they flowed with each other. But I think it turned out alright. I finished a few stops before I had to get off so it was perfect timing. I left it how it was when I finished it on the bus.
I was waiting for the bus after the first day of German club. I sat at the bench and I got bored. So I thought: "I'll get out a notebook and draw or something."
Sure enough, as I get settled and ready to doodle, I see the bus approaching my stop. I sighed and was about to pack it all up but then I was like, "No. I'll keep my stuff out."
So there I was, sitting on the bus with my binder, notebook, and pencil. I had to do something. Write anything. But what to write about? Do homework? I don't have writing homework that I can do right now. Do I just make stuff up? What if I look like some weirdo pretending to write stuff but not actually writing. I don't even know WHAT to write about!!!!
"Shh. Calm down. Write about what is happening. Should be easy enough."
And then I thought, why not make a poem?
In the end, I probably still looked stupid trying to mouth out the lines and see if they flowed with each other. But I think it turned out alright. I finished a few stops before I had to get off so it was perfect timing. I left it how it was when I finished it on the bus.
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WOAH. MIND BLOWN. I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE SO GOOD AT POETRY. NOW I FEEL INFERIOR. 