Sunday, October 30, 2011

high school years

“I don’t like random words
Scrawled across a page.”
I tell them that.
Here, they all write the same style;
The same jumbled, mismatched words,
The trite, clichéd phrases.

And I have to stop and mourn the lost potential,
and lament the years long passed—the years I spent
singing hollow arias, slowly devouring my senses

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