999 planes.

June 15, 2010
By anonymouschild BRONZE, Arlington VA, Virginia
anonymouschild BRONZE, Arlington VA, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"The purpose of all humanity is to kindle a light in the mere darkness of being."

I hate Virginia
Look out your window
And send me a thousand paper planes
And I’ll ride one of them up
To a place way above the atmosphere
Until I burn with the friction
And I’ll fall, burning brightly
The falling star that made everyone else’s wishes come true
And you thought the shooting star was a symbol of hope
Yes, you and I thought we were stars,
With all their immortal potential..
But there are a million more of us in the sky
That burn, flicker, and slowly die.
Well at least you left 999 planes.

The author's comments:
The poem above is not formatted correctly, and I can't seem to fix it in the space provided, by the way. But my inspiration is simple. I was trying to get shampoo off a cupboard shelf and had climbed onto the bathroom counter to get it. I slipped and jammed my hip bones under the faucet. Stuck like a fish in a hook for half an hour. It left me thinking, who does this? Who is that pathetic? What have I become? And so I wrote the poem on the mirror.

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