The End of English I Advanced Honors, The Beginning of Summer

May 15, 2011
Sometimes I think how light is spent
a word in graphite on a desk
when day does end and night commence
her shaded curtains drawn.

I asked a play-write, scorned and old
traveled in skies I've yet to see
loved in life and soon was sold
to Death's arms which gathered all.

I used to think the world was round
and dreamed in black and white and gold
my thoughts were simple in a cloud
of dust, of lust, of love.

Summer days and midnight walks
are udder fantasies to me
but as I sit, the silence knocks
for fear is not my enemy.

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everangel said...
Jul. 13, 2011 at 9:25 am
This makes me want to cry...Because I can't write anything as good as you 
to.hold.the.sun This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 13, 2011 at 10:09 am
Ditto! Seriously, this is beautiful. The rhyme doesn't sound forced at all. I'm surprised you haven't done one with a rhyme scheme recently, it's seamless. It just... flows. Fantastic job!
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