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Bookworms MAG
Boy walks, nose-deep into small print
of a yellow book, zig-zags down treacherous
levels of stairs as if only his feet
sense his whereabouts and ankle-up
the kudzu, the other worlds enchanted
anchor him. He reads as if studying
atom splits, enamored with their
sleepwalking between two beings
while classmates dart in and out of lunch lines,
pounding on vending machines. His thumb
makes an even cut into a chapter,
folding over the neatly typed tale, bells sounding
in their wary come-back-boomerang whistle
and a fissure halves his eardrum, his eyelashes
fall apart to the fluorescent quilted ceiling flickering
chalk-like shadows sprawled out on the cafeteria floor
and things like chocolate milk seem filtered from
dream-Bible text and although he is grateful
to be where he is, although he is grateful to touch
on the familiar, he cannot fathom
his own reactions to the real-life stories
where plots confuse at the hand of his author and
resolution never comes. So impatiently he drags a chair
out from beneath a plastic table, picks up where
he left off, remembers his place.
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I love your ability to create the exact image in my head I was thinking of!!!!!
I love this peom! :)
very intelligently written. your use of imagery and metaphors is powerful. i am..the deffinition of a bookworm. if you say me you'd never think it, but i am. my friends and family always get upset when i turn down plans to continue reading for 10 hours straight. (i dont like distractions. lol great job:)
id love it if you (or anyone else reading this) would check out some of my work. especially my poem
'Torturer of a King.' appriciated:)
You've gotten so many comments, and I'm sorry to say mine will be quite similar: this blew my mind. "Atom splits, enamored with their sleepwalking..."
Your writing is gorgeous. Cliché as it sounds, you have a gift.
Not only did this poem amaze me, it inspired me, and I think that's what poetry is all about. Beautiful, beautiful piece.
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Favorite Quote:
"My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all."
This is very good!
Uhh random question... why does everyone have a green VIP next to their screen names?