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Oblivion
June 19, 2011
Rotten is thy apple, the life I held dear,
But looking back is harder than saying goodbye.
It seems I have wasted many a long year
The past is inalterable, none can deny.
I wonder what the world has accomplished beyond my walls
I would join the masses if I were not so abiding
I would surely laugh if the sensation ever calls
Paradise isn't lost, it's just hiding
Peace has not followed my decisions and choices before.
But this matters not; I wash my hands of my past
My appearance is mirrored in the shock of your stare forevermore
I hear the wind whispering my name at long last
Vultures are waiting for what’s left of me
The lobotomist arrives to set me free
© Sean C., Princeton, IL
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OneInParticular1017 said...
on Aug. 14 2011 at 8:29 pm
The weather was fine and the ocean was great.
OneInParticular1017 said...
on Aug. 14 2011 at 8:28 pm
My vacation's over. I'm coming home late
OneInParticular1017 said...
on Aug. 14 2011 at 8:28 pm
Love writes a letter and sends it to hate
OneInParticular1017 said...
on Aug. 14 2011 at 8:28 pm
7 is my favorite number. This is comment number 8.
OneInParticular1017 said...
on Aug. 14 2011 at 8:27 pm
I used to have a bunch of pet hermit crabs. But they all died. RIP.
OneInParticular1017 said...
on Aug. 14 2011 at 8:27 pm
zyxwvutsrqponmlkjihgfedcba (the alphabet backwards)
OneInParticular1017 said...
on Aug. 14 2011 at 8:26 pm
You know you seem like the type of kid who listens to the bad Devourment.
OneInParticular1017 said...
on Aug. 14 2011 at 8:25 pm
I'm beginning the 9th grade tomorrow. That's what this poem makes me think of. School.
OneInParticular1017 said...
on Aug. 14 2011 at 8:25 pm
Reminds me of Ke$ha. Ever heard of her?
OneInParticular1017 said...
on Aug. 14 2011 at 8:24 pm
This poem is the epitemy of all things destitute and irrelevant.
OneInParticular1017 said...
on Aug. 14 2011 at 8:22 pm
Fantastic poem.
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