Each tear shed for the memory of what was
Is precious to me.
If I could only bottle these tears,
Then these moments would not be forgotten.
No arms can hold me, no voice can soothe me
No consolation penetrates this shell.
Words flow around me, apologies.
They are lost in my shallow breathing.
I'm shaking with something that isn't cold,
Isn't anger, or any other emotion.
It's shock.
I am in shock.
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.
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ReplyDeleteElectroshock therapy is shocking too.
It isn't a love poem. Not in the slightest.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed emotions here...I love it :)
ReplyDeleteI was gonna tell you to "write it out",
ReplyDeletewell done <3