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.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Deadly

I have never known such pain.
This discontent, this disease,
Is slowly, surely, silently
Killing me.

Killing me.

I might as well be dead already.
For what I thought I could overcome
Has proven stubborn.
More so than the determination,
Dedication of the defense that
Supposedly protects
My internal stability.

I once held in my hands
The most gratifying
Thing hands can hold.
I caressed with care its
Soft presence there,
Each finger gentle yet firm,
Appreciating.

It has since slipped through
The cracks so slim and
Left me devastated
In despair.

What has not killed me
Has not made me stronger,
But rather sick.

Yet I cannot, will not, spite it.
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2 comments:

  1. TheZaxAttaxNovember 13, 2010 at 4:53 PM

    I like this one a lot. Especially because of the end, a very real feeling that the poem built up to well, not sure how to describe it. A twist? But that doesn't seem quite right.

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  2. AlanNovember 13, 2010 at 11:29 PM

    =/

    I like the end too...

    Yes, it is a good poem overall. Another good hit.

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