November 1, 2010
By Chelsea1992 PLATINUM, Bradenton, Florida
Chelsea1992 PLATINUM, Bradenton, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all."- Emily Dickinson

I could say,
That in the fall
The leaves sway with the breeze
Autumn is a cluster
Of wondrous trees
Night time is a panorama of stars
I’d love to see the view
Of earth from mars
How typical of me
To state what is already known
Rambling on with description
Hoping to plant a seed
That has already been sown
Mindless pleasantry
Un-invested time
The typical
Unanimated rhyme
This is where I cross the line
Where I sabotage the façade
Of pretty, of fine
The moment I realize
That I am a grape hanging
At the end of this dangling vine
That I can no longer
Distinguish the face
Behind the name
Because everyone looks the same
The vapidity behind the small talk
Having to sprint in order to walk
Such brutal vitality
Of the players
In this game
The lunging
The plunging
The realization that the plummet Brought me to a summit
The effort to avoid becoming
A two dimensional name
The inner calling
That one must tame
Having to fit the vast spirit
Into a 2x4 frame
Having skin that’s too tough
Realizing that there is no
Diamond in the rough
A creature groping in the dark
Thrown into the unknown
The suspicion that maybe
This isn’t home
The sudden revelation
That each one of us is a clone
Never saying enough
For the fear that I’d say too much
So I refuse to say
That in the fall
The leaves sway
How uncouth of me
How vulgar to expose
The truth of what I see
How grotesque to mutilate
The picturesque scenery
I think it relieving
To reveal the grieving
I find it deceptive
To remain completely unreceptive
So I won’t drone on
About the sunset over the lawn
I‘ll take the cerebral
Over a yawn.

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