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AGE:
21
LOC: Marstons Mills, MA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 09
LOC: Marstons Mills, MA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 09
Hey. I’m Alan. I live in Cape Cod Massachusetts, which is a pretty cool place. I started writing poetry in third grade, and I’ve been doing it on and off ever since. I think I’m pretty much the shit. You’re welcome to form your own opinion. My poetry is mostly narrative; I never had the patience for wheelbarrows and chickens, so I write mostly about people and all the different ways they interact. If you do like something of mine that you read, don’t hesitate to add me as a friend so we can review each other’s stuff.
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The people who drive On 495 Need to be tortured and buried alive. If you haven't the nerve To speed around curves, You'll find that the RIGHT lane will usually serve. If your driving is deft, Then proceed on the left, But go slow, and I'll put my right foot in your cleft!
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They stood, two rows on two rows Prepared to fight. Their minds burned and their hearts froze-- The black, the white. Steadfast stood they, without a thought Of turning back; It was honor, steeped in blood, they sought-- The white, the black. They felt the noble purity Of divine right. For both, success--a surety, The black, the white. No time remains to hear their story-- Who's keeping track? The ending's either death or glory-- White attacks!
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What do you do When love turns blue And you've lost the best part of your soul? You smoke another cigarette And try to forget That for a minute, you could have been whole
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From dust we come-- To dust we go. Hopeless to some-- They cease to care. But take a lightbulb, turn it on; Enquire when the light has gone: The world remembers it was there.
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When I was young I found a young tree-- A pine sapling on the side of a hill. Fingers red from the winter chill, I bent it back until I pulled it free, And the roots lay bare for all to see, But the pine survived, and it's out there still. And such ideas were brought to mind By the fall of a single, scrawny pine That I bent my body back and back, And farther yet 'til I heard it crack, And like an unrolling ball of twine, I toppled off the beaten track. And when news came from the old town cri...
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I like it, even though it's completely depressing. In particular I like the "i will not bury you" line and the end. The only criticism I can think of is that I don't really know what you mean by "brick-pile houses". 9.5
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