I touched the sun-
It burns, it burns!
My skin is melting
from my bone
But if I seek
my sheltered cave
I'm lacerated
cold, alone
The icicles
are clear and sharp
they pierce me in
my blinded eye
My hands are frosty
lips are soaked
I wring and hang them
up to dry
My soul is dripping
out somehow
I check my chest
There's solace now
And soulless though
I have become
My body is
a beating drum
For pain and loss
a throbbing fit
the bonding that
I won't admit
They tie me here
and so amazed
The sun so far
and I so dazed.
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.
the images all flow together somehow, though generally separated....
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