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Beauty out in the open, light falls on linoleum tiles like heel-worn stones Windows to a sunny world sit at the end of locker-lined tunnels, beckoning beyond fluorescent mazes Clotted with conversation, upperclassmen stroll like the elderly Young blood doge or cling to the sides, scared of the critical runway that is us Windows to a sunny world sit at the end of locker-lined tunnels, beckoning beyond fluorescent mazes Eyes from all sides, thinking nothing yet are supplied by our own thoughts Young blood doge or cling to the sides, scared of the critical runway that is us Finding refuge in educational terrariums, an ecosystem that saves me from the weight Eyes from all sides, thinking nothing yet are supplied by our own thoughts Finding solace in stairwells, sealed off by doors and hold awkward opportunities Finding refuge in educational terrariums, an ecosystem that saves me from the weight Clanging like a child’s cry releases stress like floodgates, another trip into the shark tank Finding solace in stairwells, sealed off by doors and hold awkward opportunities Open doors that are actually closed; they are like aquariums – no tapping on the glass please. Clanging like a child’s cry releases stress like floodgates, another trip into the shark tank The longer I stay the more I wish to leave, away from substituted confrontations Open doors that are actually closed; they are like aquariums – no tapping on the glass please. Prejudice like heavy rain beats at my skin and soaks my clothes - but I know it was I who brought the downpour The longer I stay the more I wish to leave, away from substituted confrontations Must comparisons be so obvious when I walk alone, unprotected? They are lucky to have such equals to act as parents; they hold each other’s hands to keep from drowning Prejudice like heavy rain beats at my skin and soaks my clothes – but I know it was I who brought the downpour They pull like vultures at flesh; I am not allowed to wrap myself in hurricanes while out in the open Must comparisons be so obvious when I walk alone, unprotected? They are lucky to have such equals to act as parents; they hold each other’s hands to keep from drowning Ignorance is bliss, they say, and truth that is here – the less you know the less hate you bear the weight of. They pull like vultures at flesh; I am not allowed to wrap myself in hurricanes while out in the open Look down, one foot – and then the other! Ignorance is bliss they say, and truth that is here – the less you know the less hate you bear the weight of. Anger and sadness, guilt and fear turn like Viewmaster slides lit up by the sun Or am I on my own here? Each boy's path runs along each other like long-exposure stars, leaving streaks between the darkness.
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 10:48 PM UTC
Repercussions.
Beauty out in the open, light falls on linoleum tiles like heel-worn stones Windows to a sunny world sit at the end of locker-lined tunnels, beckoning beyond fluorescent mazes Clotted with conversation, upperclassmen stroll like the elderly Young blood doge or cling to the sides, scared of the critical runway that is us Windows to a sunny world sit at the end of locker-lined tunnels, beckoning beyond fluorescent mazes Eyes from all sides, thinking nothing yet are supplied by our own thoughts Young blood doge or cling to the sides, scared of the critical runway that is us Finding refuge in educational terrariums, an ecosystem that saves me from the weight Eyes from all sides, thinking nothing yet are supplied by our own thoughts Finding solace in stairwells, sealed off by doors and hold awkward opportunities Finding refuge in educational terrariums, an ecosystem that saves me from the weight Clanging like a child’s cry releases stress like floodgates, another trip into the shark tank Finding solace in stairwells, sealed off by doors and hold awkward opportunities Open doors that are actually closed; they are like aquariums – no tapping on the glass please. Clanging like a child’s cry releases stress like floodgates, another trip into the shark tank The longer I stay the more I wish to leave, away from substituted confrontations Open doors that are actually closed; they are like aquariums – no tapping on the glass please. Prejudice like heavy rain beats at my skin and soaks my clothes - but I know it was I who brought the downpour The longer I stay the more I wish to leave, away from substituted confrontations Must comparisons be so obvious when I walk alone, unprotected? They are lucky to have such equals to act as parents; they hold each other’s hands to keep from drowning Prejudice like heavy rain beats at my skin and soaks my clothes – but I know it was I who brought the downpour They pull like vultures at flesh; I am not allowed to wrap myself in hurricanes while out in the open Must comparisons be so obvious when I walk alone, unprotected? They are lucky to have such equals to act as parents; they hold each other’s hands to keep from drowning Ignorance is bliss, they say, and truth that is here – the less you know the less hate you bear the weight of. They pull like vultures at flesh; I am not allowed to wrap myself in hurricanes while out in the open Look down, one foot – and then the other! Ignorance is bliss they say, and truth that is here – the less you know the less hate you bear the weight of. Anger and sadness, guilt and fear turn like Viewmaster slides lit up by the sun Or am I on my own here? Each boy's path runs along each other like long-exposure stars, leaving streaks between the darkness.
I wrote this in response to an experience I had writing a blog that fell into the wrong hands, and before I knew it my woes and thoughts about everyone had spread farther than I would have ever expected. That experience made me scared of school, and scared of the internet. It ruined my freshman year of high school and it's emotion Repercussions have left deep imprints on the way I think about the world.
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Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 10:48 PM UTC
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