I did this in Math class (Sorry, Algebra) 'cause I got bored, it happens a lot, actually. I wanted to post this so I am, but I couldn't really think of a good category to shove it in, so I chose The Infernal Devices, please, pleeeaaase don't hate me for it.
Will's POV on his idea of the world (before Tessa)
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.
I'm surrounded,
surrounded, and trapped,
within staccato sounds.
In a staccato world.
Minuscule, detached; us.
Mad.
Sad.
Glad.
Surrounded and staccato,
but never legato,
never smooth and flowing.
No, that's nature.
Never us.
Swoosh,
Fly,
Howl.
Free.
A legato feel, not staccato.
A nature feel, not a people feel.
Hope.
I hope I didn't scare you away. I know a poet is not on my list of possible careers but I thought it was okay-ish. Whaddya thunk?