the quieted

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
never have there been louder screams than from within the
quieted.

Submitted: November 12, 2011

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once

with such a loud voice & so much youthful energy

nothing could stop this seemingly

unstoppable

force &

in awe,

people stood on the sidelines

watching it take distance in leaps & bounds

as if up ahead

all there was to be had

would be

further

progress.

 

it was full of itself

it was more beautiful than a vision of the cosmos

when viewed through the sexiest lens manufactured

it was perfect, prismatic, persistent &

practical in its laying of plans.

 

everyone & everything was, of course,

supposed to act accordingly

in cahoots with the young & blissful,

error-free & in the business of molding those

around it in order to better itself.

 

oh so loud were the melodies it sang

so loud were its ideals

so loud were its thoughts (as to blurt out all else)

so frequent were its accomplishments

so little did it care about

anything else.

 

and then it slammed face first into a wall---

this wall, ever so strong,

was thicker & more sustainable than any idea,

any vision, any thought, any melody that had once

been

produced

by the young wonder &

faced with a path of resistance

(in which struggle would present itself at every

junction

made possible, offering no life free of stress, etc.),

or one of complete reconstruction

in which to work like a cog in a greater mechanism

(free of any struggle, stress, etc.),

it would have to toss out all its own independent

thoughts, ideals, melodies & visions

so that it would quietly rumble with the rest of

em’---

 

 

it gave up everything & remains to this day,

quieted.


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