April 12, 2011
By BettingImNot GOLD, Toronto, Other
BettingImNot GOLD, Toronto, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"It's a paper town, look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.” -John Green

It has become a premeditated thought
An eternal struggle
Just the smoothing of skin across bone
A tightening of her lips
The flash of teeth
Just a thought

The author's comments:
Over the past year, I have faked a smile or two or...a thousand. I wanted to write a poem to convey how a simple, reflex has turned into something so thought out.

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