A Kid Making Noise This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Confusion sings
In engines and the wilderness
On water ripples and neon signs
About our blindnesses.
It deadens telephone wires
And subtly shortens the spoken word;
Syllables fading softly like a dying breath

Of parched throats and empty promises.
In our time, a decree has gone out
To excommunicate communication.
I know you will listen.
I don't know if it will matter.

Many times I have taken a stand
On high stone walls, where the breeze is best
And in windowless rooms, where the
only sound
Would be my own.
All to nothing; I have ink and a page, and
A hand to pick the lock of an incarcerated mind
And free from captivity the words
I cannot speak.

I have screamed and ranted,
Spewed double-edged swords and jagged barbed wires
Felt the chords buzzing in my throat.
But still it hibernates, under snow and rock.
So I will spill myself raw, like blood onto pages

And you will hear me then.

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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BoosflashThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 1, 2010 at 6:59 pm
this is amazingness captain. this really should have been in the mag. 5 stars, captainius orsus the second. P.S.-feel free to mix with the scent of my aroma.
 
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