Gone

February 10, 2009
By Allana SILVER, El Segundo, California
Allana SILVER, El Segundo, California
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I was buried hundred of miles beneath the sea.
Pebbles of sand and scars eroding beneath my toes.
Stagnant air hanging between the syllables of words left unsaid.
The scars of those eroding too.
But I hadn't lost it all yet.
Screaming to an audience of one,
Etching my name into dead trees,
They flew away.
Into their cages.
They flew away.
Because they broke their legs from running.
But I still hadn't lost it all.
And then I feel between the scars,
still miles beneath the sea.
And while the moon was falling into your eyes,
You said you loved me.

And that's when I lost it all.


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on Jan. 4 2011 at 1:30 pm
SophiaCross SILVER, Plattsburgh, New York
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Favorite Quote:
To love, to be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of the life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

This poem is both unique and incredible. Keep it up!




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