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I'm Not Inspired

January 17, 2012
By Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Here&#039;s what&#039;s not beautiful about it: from here, you can&#039;t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It&#039;s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It&#039;s a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I&#039;ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.&rdquo;<br /> ― John Green, Paper Towns


The video that played,
The poetry you gave,
It didn’t inspire me.

Everyone’s writing,
I am only thoughtless.
Nothing comes from my memory.

The blank page mocks me,
And your eyes set me
On a shelf, waiting to find out more.

My arms are stiff.
My legs are stuck together.
My head won’t move, you slam the door.

The soft blonde curls frame my face,
The painted blue eyes blink,
I watch as the others follow you.

Yet here I am,
Left on the shelf,
As a tear falls from the painted blue.


The author's comments:
This for one of my teachers but can be used for relationships or school drama, whatever it can be fit to really.

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