Bleach | Teen Ink


April 16, 2009
By Zach Whiteley GOLD, Jacksonville, Florida
Zach Whiteley GOLD, Jacksonville, Florida
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They call it Utopia
They call it perfect
They call it harmonious
You call it happiness
I call it bleached

White perfection
Inhale It
See what happens
You become a rock
As you drop to the ground

Show me Utopia
Show me where it’s hiding
I will lure it
Bait it
As you bleach it

Is it a word
An idea
Will it happen
Or do you just bleach hand-me-downs
And call it paradise
Bleach me and society
I don’t mind
One less insecurity
One less smile
One less provocative truth
Give us lies
Give us rags
Like children in Ethiopia
Give us the chemical fixer
Give us
Give me

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on Jul. 25 2009 at 5:19 pm
wombatz-rule GOLD, Montrose, Minnesota
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WOW...this truly is awesome. I can tell the power that you put into your writing and that's what makes it AMAZING. Using bleach as a symbol in your poem made it all the more powerful. Congrats on a great poem.

on Jul. 2 2009 at 12:12 am
TheCinders PLATINUM, Kentwood, Michigan
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Clearly you weren't writing about bleach, and I personally love the fact that you challenge what everybody else thinks is utopia and I think it's absolutly amazing!


on Jul. 1 2009 at 2:50 pm
lexi10824 PLATINUM, Portalnd, Oregon
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uh...this is definately different. I haven't read anything like it before. The like genre of it is cool though but a little weird that you'd write about bleech. :) ~ @13x@ ~ (that sed alexa).

whatNOW? said...
on Jun. 30 2009 at 4:10 pm
interesting way of putting it... i like your style though