Rush This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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     It’s strange how voices can sound, sometimes

like the wind in the rustling trees

when you take in a thought

the sounds of people

(who really live in a range of just six degrees)

and absorb the sounds of their telephone calls

sport cheers and ear-piercing screams;

combine them together and then listen close;

it’s a buzz like a thousand caged bees.

And, it’s like

today I knelt in a riverbed

I rolled my jeans up close to my knees

and I screened your words like gold

but came up dry

when I quieted the sounds of the bees

all the muted sounds lived on

in the buildings and airplanes and seas

but I

in my watch with my telescope eyes:

I didn’t come up with a thing

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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LadyMacbethsMurderer This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 26, 2010 at 2:13 am

For the really great rhythm and images in this poem, I find your ending is slightly weak.

XxLil

 
Duckie430 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 26, 2009 at 2:11 am
this is one of the best poems i've read in a long time. it's very unique
 
HP_freak_fan said...
Aug. 26, 2009 at 1:23 am
Amazing.
 
jackjackattack said...
Aug. 25, 2009 at 11:29 pm
Hey nice job. I liked it for its uniqueness.
 
lovehate29 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 25, 2009 at 8:28 pm
This is beautiful. I love the flow you have with this. Very good!
 
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