Dreamers | Teen Ink


January 12, 2009
By Zach Whiteley GOLD, Jacksonville, Florida
Zach Whiteley GOLD, Jacksonville, Florida
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Cold Hollowness
Broken souls
Just out of reach

Lying like a dog on stairs
Lying at death’s door
Lying like pitiless mud
Lying like a trigger-less gun
Lying to myself

Who am I ?
Who cries at the devil’s throne.
Who are we?
Who except life as no other
Who are they?
The dreamers
Who make something of themselves

What am I?
Who feels like a lonely brick
What are we?
Who can’t love, and never hate
What are they?
The dreamers
Who live in Barbie doll mansions made in Taiwan

Where am I ?
Trapped like a cat down a well
Where are we?
Far from a new world order
Where are they?
The dreamers
Driving their sports cars down the beach

Why am I ?
Pointless as the ground I step on
Why are we?
Why are they?
The dreamers
To force me and we to dream.

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on Apr. 4 2009 at 2:08 pm
Madelyn1231 GOLD, Virginia Beach, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Why must the bounds of love and hate continually be so muddled?

Definitely my favorite. LOL. Very good writing language and has a sort of metaphorical vibe to it. Very good! :]