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December

July 25, 2010
By ValenciaJett BRONZE, Cape Elizabeth, Maine
ValenciaJett BRONZE, Cape Elizabeth, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
If you want to view paradise<br /> Simply look around and view it<br /> Anything you want to, do it<br /> Wanta change the world?<br /> There&#039;s nothing to it<br /> <br /> There is no<br /> Life I know<br /> To compare with<br /> Pure imagination<br /> Living there<br /> You&#039;ll be free<br /> If you truly wish to be


December

Lemonade is like
looking at summer in a glass, the same way
spilling ink is really spilling a night.
Dribbled and blotted
over a strange ocean, far away but
always in me, brought back to me
by smiling chrysanthemums.
Like the way I need to be under a blanket
the second I wash my hands in cold water
or watch the sad scene of a movie.
Like tomato soup makes me want
coffee ice cream,
those little pink flowers
bring me to that unsettling sea again.
The moon above. It is December.
The piano player who lives
in the back of my mind beckons
to his violins, and
a strange music hums over the water
and overwhelms the little boy
next door, but he knows
it’s a secret.


The author's comments:
This is based on a feeling, something like loneliness but not as sad.

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on Aug. 16 2010 at 5:23 pm
ValenciaJett BRONZE, Cape Elizabeth, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
If you want to view paradise<br /> Simply look around and view it<br /> Anything you want to, do it<br /> Wanta change the world?<br /> There&#039;s nothing to it<br /> <br /> There is no<br /> Life I know<br /> To compare with<br /> Pure imagination<br /> Living there<br /> You&#039;ll be free<br /> If you truly wish to be

Wow, thank you so much! Haha i don't mind teacherlike comments - I'm grateful for any comments at all :)

on Aug. 13 2010 at 7:40 pm
Uglification GOLD, Catonsville, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
I want to learn to drive a stick shift, and go so far away that I stop being afraid of not wanting to come back or not being able to find my way back.

I don't really know exactly what to say about this piece. It's great. I like the use of chrysanthemums, and the word blotted, and I especially appreciate the concrete imagery present in your poetry. (I'm sorry, I sound like my teacher.)