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, January 23, 2011

A Troubled Gait

Lost in a conundrum of convoluted cries
As blades pierce brain cells
And endorphins are diluted to nothing
While the little organ that could pumps away
And fills its cracks with drops of blood
Under that impervious duct-taped exterior.
Ready to run, row, rise up,
Release the stagger from a trampled tread.

Convalesce, come back to consciousness.
Leave the brackish to the beaches.
Exhale the noxious nonsense
Of a teenage existence.
Gripe at the gluttons of gorilla glue.
Steal it, slather it, skip the pleasantries.
Watch as words work wonders
When immersed in icy ibuprofen.

And then bask in a victorious,
Glorious strut, devoid of anguish.
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2 comments:

  1. Tiger BrightJanuary 23, 2011 at 12:07 PM

    this is awesome

    "while the little organ that could pumps away
    and fills its cracks with drops of blood"
    ^^favorite!!!

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  2. La Voix de L'OmbreJanuary 23, 2011 at 2:16 PM

    I love that I can always count on you to get my references. :)

    P.S. That one poem you wrote, Exhaustion, really tempted me to send you a link to the Bob the Builder theme song.

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