What is the Stantonian Association of Interesting People?

My friends, this blog is dedicated to those men and women who go out of their way to be remarkably interesting. In other words, all of those fascinating Stanton students (or, in the rarest of cases, students from other schools) can join this blog to appreciate creative writing developed by us students. I, Braden Beaudreau, the creator of this blog, will post my past, present, and future works on this website, and those who join and comment will get the same opportunities. May all of you live in happiness and peace, and never forget: being interesting is the only way to stand out from the masses.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Conversations of the Past

I hoisted up my heavy head
From the emptiness at which I stared,
For the sorrow of the scene
Was all too much to bare.

My fingers crept through my hair,
The butt of my palm a shaky prop,
Frustration filled my face,
That painful pondering would not stop.

And like a mighty wave of inspiration
Rolls though a hero in the making,
A tiny ripple of acceptance crawled
Through my delicate mind left softly shaking.

I owe nothing more than
To apologize to myself,
For I lost my identity
Somewhere on yesterday's shelf.

What am I?
What was I?
I lifted my eyes to look ahead,
To find a note, colored red.
It said, I shall soon be dead,
But I choose to believe, instead
That it was all, all just in my head.

I left my seat and turned about,
My turn is approaching fast,
Too long have I been dwelling
In conversations of the past.
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2 comments:

  1. Muse for ZarathustraOctober 25, 2010 at 8:54 PM

    I like it. The rhyming was fluid, smooth, and natural. I like the alliteration of line one as well

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  2. Take It With a Grain of SandOctober 26, 2010 at 4:31 PM

    I especially like the second to last stanza, and as has already been said, the rhyme sounds very natural. Nice work

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