December 3, 2010
He was an earthquake.
His words like shifted tectonic plates beneath Earth’s surface.
Buried and buried, the slightest shift and they would collide.
They would slip, and thrust.

His tears like falling debris.
The cracks on the pavement are his hands
From mending everyone’s troubles and neglecting his own.

The objects falling and crashing within the people’s homes is their karma.
Karma from thankless nights and selfishness.
He ended with a magnitude of 6.5.
Impacting others in a different way than what he was used to.
He had made his point.
And he…was an earthquake.

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pammr1130 said...
Jan. 3, 2011 at 6:12 pm
Love it and love you!  You are such a talented and gifted young woman! 
sarahi13 said...
Jan. 3, 2011 at 5:18 pm
very nice young lady.
Yert said...
Jan. 3, 2011 at 4:09 pm
Excellent use of metaphor. Well balanced, I felt like I could relate both to the earthquake and the karma.
LaurenRose said...
Jan. 3, 2011 at 3:29 pm
So amazing. I loved it. :D
Collin said...
Jan. 3, 2011 at 3:19 pm
Thats a really good poem.... lots of thought keep up the good work
jo2bell said...
Jan. 3, 2011 at 1:50 pm
awesome. simply AWESOME!!!!
jbellave said...
Jan. 3, 2011 at 9:56 am
Great work. I'm very proud of you and your talent.
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