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There Are No Stupid Questions

February 9, 2014
By fictionalmusings BRONZE, Scarsdale, New York
fictionalmusings BRONZE, Scarsdale, New York
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People like to ask me
“Why do you always smile?”

I shrug
“I'm just happy”
Is my practiced reply

But underneath the glossed lips and
Flushed cheeks and
Flattened hair

An avalanche
So formidable and
So cold and
So fragile
Threatens to overflow. No.
To bubble up. No.
To climb up the glass ladder of my throat
Onto the roof of my mouth

I must reside in my very own
Town or
State or
Country
Because the ice around my convulsing heart
Shatters into a kaleidoscope of
Cascading raindrops and
Snow pellets and
Lit matches and
Fired bullets
That solely falls on me

My little sister asks
With her pigtails bouncing up to the mountain's peak
“Why do you always smile?”

I shrug
“I'm just happy”

My sphincter shuts
Practice always makes
Perfect



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purples BRONZE said...
on Feb. 11 2014 at 4:26 pm
purples BRONZE, St. Fdddd, New Jersey
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practice does make perfect and i adore this poem because it feels home written it seems as if it comes from a point of view of a real girl and i must say i myself love to smile alot as well.

on Feb. 11 2014 at 12:45 pm
AltheaRaine BRONZE, Fayette, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
Now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.
-1st Corinthians 13:13

I like it, but its really hard to understand because of all the question marks. Is there a reason for them?