turns back to us,
Leslie beside me,
the cheers are too loud, the TV is nothing more than a rumble beneath the students' talk.
What happened?
She holds up a camera, grins at us.
He won.
She caught it, my reaction, on tape.
Fuck.
I'm scared.
My hands are shaking.
Paper bag
charcoal
my homework.
Staring down at it
my hands won't do it
purpose lost
so many places are overjoyed
so many shots of
happy tears
I watch
I swallow,
The boy in front is coloring the map blue
I watch
Still my hands will not do their work.
All I can wish
is good luck to him
I'm scared.
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Yayness! I love to breaking, and the suspense in intense! :)
The world burns
And you're the flame
Ignorant to what you reap
Not knowing
You turn the paper dry
As I try to concentrate
On wonders
Frozen in ice
Burning hotter
As you demand
For my attention
Setting the whole room ablaze
I can't wish to lose my sight
And so I turn away
You continue on,
In that dance,
Some unknown, gentle hand
Blowing you too and fro
Sometimes I wish to be that hand
The wind that makes the earth so cool
Never burning hot
Like this iron slag
That lays
Beneith your feet
Just so I
Could dance along
Turning you down
To nothing-
That would encase me
In a final, goodbye embrace
And then another camper
With a shortened, pointy stick
Pushes the log over
Just to stay a little longer
Watching it burn
In the flames
You should post this as a new entry? Don't you know how? xD
Do, but why when you're poem started this one? :) Never-ending chain, yay!
YAY for Elise posting!!!
I actually think this is a very powerful image you've built...despite the fact that I don't necessarily fall in line with your political views, I can see where you are coming from. I feel like I could feel what you were feeling. It's not really elegant--it's sharp-edged, plain, direct. Naked.
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