Anything... I need help.
Breathless and tired of all this critical thinking and drama going through my head. Everything is fixated on one thing, yet many things seem to be floating in the galaxy of my mind. High on the thoughts of frustration. Insulin pumping through my body. Just thinking, thinking, thinking. Keeping my concentration, lies go through my head. Making the most out of my time; No one is going to stop me. Other thoughts prying into my head. Quotes about the Renaissance are coming in, screeching. My head is a temple. It has been unstoppable, but other views are distracting me. Wafering about other things. Xylophones popped into my mind. Yahoo is my favorite search engine. I’m zigzagging on the brink of craziness. |
When asked about the poem, editor Kacee Baker said, "I like how the subject, a person struggling to control their thoughts, works with the abecedarius format and the disjointedness of the poem." Isaac Vollstedt, an 11th grader form Regina High School, found a unique way to fit the constraints of the challenge that the editors thoroughly appreciated.