I once knew the way of words,
How they flow about on the busy
Tongue.
My tongue has been stationary for
Far too long now.
I once knew the vibrations of sound,
Loud and soft tickling my eardrum with
Fascination.
My ears have been dormant with
My tranquil tongue.
Yet I can still see, peering
Into the world with
A different scope,
It's a lonely existence
But I still have hope.
I need not speak with anyone,
I can see them through and
They are fake.
My speech is more than they deserve,
I shall stay silent and keep my nerve.
I need not lend my ear to the
Babbling bastards of broken hearts,
They're a waste of time.
My ears are here for my mind,
Those words are untrue, unkind.
Yes, I am forbidden to interact
With life around me.
I'll never converse with
Gorgeous women or intellectual gods.
I'll never listen to a symphonic
Melody of even the restless rain.
Yet I have my words and my words are me.
I am unbound and completely free.
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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ReplyDeleteIt seemed long, but I understand it was necessary-ish.