The New Kid

It is hard to see changes in life and yourself in your daily routine. Experiences and changes help us grow. Even though we may welcome change we still dont like it.

 

The New Kid

 

Once again I rise as my mother cries

"It’s a new day!"

She happily proclaims.

Though nothing will or has changed.

Yet it is a new day.

How, I do not know?

I start off the day as the old

Hitting snooze with a few strikes and a slam

Hopeful I am,

That the alarm clock will break.

Though it ends all the same

Beaten by a electronic beast with no name

Yet this is a new yesterday.

 

Again mother yells

“Don’t be late!”

I tell myself, How?

How could I be late?

I always arrive right at eight.

My routine will not or has not changed.

I rise as the sleeping dead

Angered by the morning’s light

As I sit up on my bed.

I walk to the shower, a zombie with bed head.

Who may smell a little too.

I step from shower 

In a now steam filled room.

Awake, yet barely I live.

Without thought or emotion.

I wipe the fog cover mirror and to no surprise

I see the same boring face right before my eyes.

After my battle with my hair

I war with mother about what I will wear.

Even though yesterday's name

May be different from the last

The days are all the same.

No different from the days that have past.

Day after day, sunny and shinny

 Things are now dry and brittle.

Give me gloom and doom,

With rain for a change.

Ingredients needed for strength and growth.

Still not one thing is new

Like mother proclaims.

 

I head to the kitchen though I pause along the way

 Where I see keys out of place

 as they lie on the end table 

Just like yesterday.

Yet it is a new day.

In the kitchen I run into father

Who is franticly searching and thinking

As he briefly looks my way.

I toss him the keys

From where they lay.

 He snatches them from the air.

He does not speak

But turns without thanks or a goodbye wave.

Slamming the back door as he exits with haste,

For my father is running late.

Still nothing will or has changed.

For everything is just the same,

Yet it is a new day.

Yet still I do not know why?

Why my mother proclaims

That today is a new day.

I rose, I sat, I showered, and I dressed

Still it all is very much the same 

As so many yesterdays.

Not one thing has changed!

But yet mother still proclaims

“Today is a new day.”

But how I can not see?

 

I sit down at the table

Where my breakfast always waits

Two eggs, some bacon, and toast on its way.

Like days from my past

I reach for the juice

That is never there, yet I reach just the same.

Yet it is a new day.

I spring from my seat

Mad again because my juice was not there

I head to the fridge

When I see a note

From mother with love

"Don’t forget a new school today."

 

My eyes than open in that instant I see.

I now see how this day has and will change.

Excited only a little for things will be new 

Different form all my yesterdays.

For today I go to a new school.

Not knowing who I will meet

Or knowing what I will see

The new kid I will be.

Oh, just great!

Author's Note

let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Gabi Celaya]

I may be alone in this, but the font in the title reminded me for some bizarre reason of the comic book character Flash.
I like this poem, as it is very immersive. But having gotten that aside, I'm sure you want active feedback and not just praise.
"I walk to the shower a zombie with bed head" I think there should be a comma in there, after shower. As it is, what you're saying in a rather odd way is that you're helping a zombie get to the shower. If that was the intention, then carry on! : )

"Give me gloom and the rain for a change" You might consider either removing the "the" before rain or keeping it and adding one before gloom. To my ear, either would make the meter run better.

You seem to shy away from using punctuation within your lines, for the most part. Lines such as "Two eggs some bacon and toast on its way." are missing conventional punctuation. If this is a stylistic choice on your part, then I'll concede that it lends a certain monotony which most definitely emphasises your theme of repetition. On the other hand, if this is characteristic of most of your poetry, you might want to consider looking into how punctuation can subtly change the way a reader hears a poem being read out loud in their mind.
Finally in "Oh, Just great!" I suspect the capitalized J is a typo. Just though I'd point it out.
Good work and keep at it : )

[Aynsley]

Hey,

I really like this piece of writing. It reminds me of a story, with rhym instead of a poem, it's suppose to be.

Normally I find that poems are completely different then stories, stories involve detail and speech, while poems are rhyming words, and stanzas.

Your writing is different and unqiue, and nothing at all is wrong with it.
I agree with Eagle, nothing needs to be changed, unless you want it to be improved.

Overall, I think this is a nice read, and so here's a rating of 80. I came across your page in the group Freak Show, as I am also a member.

Feel free to add me as a friend, or review my writing, have a nice day, and happy writing.

[Eagle Cruagh]

It looks very much like a new day.

Very, very good.

Do not have one thing in this poem
that I would change in any way.

It`s perfect.

----- Eagle Cruagh

[Trikius]

I'm not going to get you on your grammer so dont worry. On concepts alone you touch on a very strong dislike of contemporary society. You follow the same routine day in and day out, some people can go crazy from this kind of lifestyle no bullshit! The imagery in this poem is excellent right down to the dreadful alarm clock. It reflects how little of a choice we have now days and how through family, our peers , and other social institutions lifestyle choices right down to our cloths are thrust upon us. If you choose not to comply well then guess who becomes the biggest loser on the block its a shame how this country rewards orginalty.

[qaralynn]

i really liked it..great write!!