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| The Power of Poetry | |
| By -jellyacey- | ||
| 30 August 2007 | ||
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This morning at school; I had to go around trying to keep track of the assignments, exams, mid-quarters and stuff, [ah high school; freshman year.xD] because of my three weeks of absence, anyway. there was this part where I was sitting on the observers chair and I really couldn't move, so I write about how I actually had the nerve to move, when I thought of a nice poem.:) There was this strange moment Wherein the only thing I can move was my eyes And the only thing I can hear Amidst all the noise Was my conscience And thus she whispers ‘Move… what’s stopping you?’ As I contemplate on this question I heard it Laughter ‘What force? Can’t fight the power can you?’ Hysteria ‘Move…’ Peace A few moments have passed I move to fight the power with my own force A force so very powerful that everyone has it Poetry.
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