Thinking hard
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She asked me if I was thinking hard,
How did she know?
Was it my blank expression
staring off into the deep abyss of unfinished ideas?
Or was it the smoke coming from the inside of my mind?
Both clear indications of thinking hard,
but which was the indicator that gave her the hint.
Let's start off at the beginning,
I was working on English homework,
And I was on the very last paragraph,
Trying to end strong, but nothing clicked,
How strange seeing that there are 100 billion cells in my brain,
All of them working, as fast as they can,
As they search through the inventory of ideas
And the archive of thoughts,
Some of them filtering through
memories, mentors, and mistakes,
Most running around to see if anything could be connected
In hopes of creating something new,
Working, doing what is known as the thought process
But why was none of this working
Most of the time it works but not at this moment,
Even as time walked by nothing popped up,
So the cells decided to work faster,
Pressured by the anxiety of failing
And then all of a sudden, there was an accident,
A few of the running cells collided,
This caused other collisions all over the brain,
It was a disaster of large proportions
Ideas and thoughts now scattered,
Failure got mixed with disaster to start a fire,
It started spreading within seconds,
Using any of my resourceful workers and tools as fuel
Fring my brain, leaving nothing to function,
My head burnt from the inside,
Nothing left to do but to just stare ahead,
The fire finished leaving only smoke in its path,
It soon left traveling through the canals of my ear
However, Luckily a few cells survived
And they started rebuilding
Starting a new with a fresh start,
Maybe that will help me finish this last paragraph at last!
But then she asked me, in the middle of rebuilding,
Was she concerned over the smoke?
Or was it the blank expression on my usual smiley face?
So I tell her Yeah I was thinking hard but I think I got it now
Some thoughts:
This was inspired by Troy Johnson. I read an article about kombucha from his blog. In his article I noticed it was like a story but in article form so I was interested in writing a story but in poem form. Also I tried using his technique of exaggerating like how he did in his article. Also I personified the cells as if they were working people, similar to how he personified kombucha.