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Sporadic Contemplation

Poetry By: Atton Brown
Young adult

Pretty much what the title says.

Submitted:Jan 31, 2010    Reads: 77    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Violence in my brain

Body weighed in pain

Not just you, but them

Her, him

All people hate


Should I hate all people

They aren't all evil

They're just confused

Like you

were. But I've had issues

before "us."

Wasted tissues

Lenore stuff

Up there ya know?


And his words

Still heard

"Lenore, Nevermore."

Eminem and his beats

Vile feats

fighting up here


Pain is all I shall bleed

For a while. I need…

I don't know what


I know I must wait

For my fate

For that second

When the beckon

For the power

"Just an hour?"


"Just a day?"


It's mine

My line

My gift, my curse

My nerve

My verve

I've given, been shaken

Living just to be taken



me. They all say

Every day

And maybe they're true

Who knew

I'd've done what I did

Lived where I lived

Hid where I hid

Moved too fast

Ignored the past

But maybe a blast to heed

Is what I need…


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