Who Lies in Grant's Tomb?

November 1, 2011
By AlexBraun BRONZE, Hanover, Massachusetts
AlexBraun BRONZE, Hanover, Massachusetts
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If depression exists,
I think its opposite is bliss.
I wish to kiss this quick cricket.
To rustle the thicket and purchase a ticket.

5 cents per showing, not like my parents' days.
Thinking all the time, blank gaze, dank and dazed.
Drowning in the world, like this whole place is Atlantis.
Here's a list of things we take for granted:



Grass



Heat



Money



Family



Friends



Music



Talking



Stars



Love



Life


The author's comments:
I write because I love life. This poem is just my brain. Spewed out on the page. I like to sit and pull out grass, or try to watch it grow, something all human's like: Destruction and creation, although not always opposites.

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