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.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Live the Dream


Pale sweat
A flash of sheets,
I shoot up,
And there is the fan,
Humming and hovering,
Staring down at me.

I begin to laugh.
It wasn’t real.
It wasn’t real.
I am, again, quite
Alone.

Alone,
In a thick tangle,
Disoriented in dense wilderness.
I am trapped

Trapped by fear,
Struggling in a prison of vines,
A jail cell jungle

falling
deep

below where I only hear a faint chopping
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2 comments:

  1. Muse for ZarathustraJanuary 9, 2012 at 8:47 PM

    I enjoyed this. The final line is my favorite, though I'm really not sure why. I think more length and development would not have been bad.

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  2. AlanJanuary 22, 2012 at 11:12 PM

    It reminds me of kind of a prequel to Swati's poem (which I read after this).

    I liked the word speed. While yours has less words (it makes it faster, more like the rushed sense of waking up), Swati's has more words, because its more thoughtful, slower, and seemingly about those moments before sleep.

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