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.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Ice

I know it's the numb to be afraid of,
The unfeeling.
It's not the torrential tears flooding
My thoughts and memories.
It's the numbness,
The seared pain sealing away the sense.
Gripping ice, magnified.
I grasp the past, the pain
Cuts through all, through life.
It needs to melt, to cry.
The fear is when it burns numb instead,
With the intensity of a sun, cold.

For at least when I melt from an iceberg
Into a still lake of sad loneliness,
I can feel what ripples my edge
And causes a wake.
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2 comments:

  1. Muse for ZarathustraNovember 1, 2010 at 5:32 PM

    I like it. I think the imagery is good. You are an excellent addition

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  2. Take It With a Grain of SandNovember 2, 2010 at 5:54 PM

    This is some of the best use of imagery I've seen on here. I especially like the inversion with the sun and the wake as well. The melting-crying connection was clever. Great job

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