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SeaChel Apr 2013
Head spinning
Vision tilting
Mind reeling
Stomache heaving

I don't recall my feet leaving the ground
or hopping onto a twisting rollercoaster.
Yet,
how else would the world be rotating
360 degrees,
back-and-forth,
upside-down,
all in the same moment?
If this was written with pen, I'd have much fun with the last several lines in the visual arrangement of them.
SeaChel Apr 2013
From a young age we have been taught
America is the home of the free;
America is the country of opportunity;
here you can be whatever you dream.

So, what do we do?
We follow our dreams
(or attempt to).
We sign our lives away,
we let ourselves be turned into
mind-less zombies,
while building a mountain of debt
throughout the process.
Just to then be told
our dreams cannot be reached.

Go directly to jail.
Do not pass go.
Do not collect $200.

*God Bless America.
SeaChel Apr 2013
I am almost certain that if one was to bury
a casket-less body deep within the earth
flowers would sprout...
SeaChel Apr 2013
This black hole to nowhere
appears underneath me
from out of the blue
just to swallow me whole.

The longer I fall
the less I can see
the faster it gets
before I am consumed
e n  t   i    r     e      l       y
to the darkness.

*I am my own savior, yet I cannot save myself.

— The End —