Sundown | Teen Ink


January 27, 2012
By lookingformargo SILVER, Ithaca, New York
lookingformargo SILVER, Ithaca, New York
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Favorite Quote:
A child said, "What is the grass?" fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven... and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. -Walt Whitman, Leaves Of Grass

We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and falling. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail. -Looking For Alaska

Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, 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. -Paper Towns

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. -Paper Towns

Elsewhere the landscape is more frank.
The light falls without letup, blindingly. - A Life, Sylvia Plath

We wait for sundown
On the empty rooftop of a parking garage
Standing still and separated
Above the city that made us so

We wait for sundown
In a blurry photograph of six silhouettes
You can't make out the faces, but everybody can tell
We're the two standing away from the railing
As if it would break with our weight
And carry us to the ground waiting
Seven stories further from the sky

We wait for sundown
The time when we can turn to each other
And whisper words like love
Though they mean nothing when morning comes

The sun goes down
The light stays
The sun goes down
We've only just begun to wake

So you wait for sundown
With the empty heart I could have made my home
Terrified of darkness
Still willing to risk the monsters
For the light at the end of the tunnel

But I wait for you
On the bridge of the old playground
On the bench where we fell asleep that night
On the outskirts of a town I promised to take you to
And on the street corner where once we talked for hours without a breath

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This article has 2 comments.

on Feb. 1 2012 at 9:58 pm
i_sold_my_soul_to_books, ., Alabama
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Favorite Quote:
This isn't mine but it's honestly the best “I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.” -Markus Zusak

Hi! I really enjoyed the mood you established here and the concept. The way your wrote it almost sort like the sun setting, you know. Something slipping away into the shadows. I agree with John F. the flow was a little stunted and I'm not sure if that was what you were going for. There will little pieces here and there that seemed a little rushed. Also you might want to try adding more, not that its not great as it is now. But if you have any ideas for it, don't be afraid to make it a little bit longer. It seems like it would work well as a longer piece. That's just my opinion though. Keep writing!

on Jan. 31 2012 at 10:01 pm
John Frechette, Holden, Massachusetts
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Liked it good poem, the flow could use some work but the ideas in it energized me

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