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The American Dream
by Meagan GreenGuess I might as well use these sounds in a poem.
IÂ’m here, right, and it actually feels as though
I am here right now,
(and some worry tangles my feelings about things-
Some worry brings me nothingÂ… tomorrow will be
A moment-
And yesterday was,
What does it matter?)
Time or time before us, who wants the latter?
Dwell, drilling into the past,
have difficulty dwelling in the future,
For the better-
For the worse-
donÂ’t know what experience mattersÂ…
donÂ’t know what experience will come,
But,
statistically it should be bad.
The glass is half full because it should be good.
We deserve it.
Why?
MmmÂ… Pie. Let it fill mine eyes with sentimental
Mental
Ties.
Time, time, time… It’s no surprise when it comes back ‘round,
looks you in the eye and says,
“babe, you’ve got to stop the lies.”
And I guess that means IÂ’ve got to stop the lies.
And I try
to get a rise
Out of everything combinedÂ…
so mesmerizing
As IÂ’m sizing my waist,
but itÂ’s a waste
Of time,
Fortune,
Life-
Cookies, diabetes, and treatiesÂ…
The American Dream. 03/08/2007 Posted on 03/09/2007
Copyright © 2024 Meagan Green
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 03/12/07 at 11:40 PM its good to see more of this feeling.
you are not alone.
never give up on being a disturbance to those that the circle (It’s no surprise when it comes back ‘round,
looks you in the eye) blindfolds them.
i hope your happy |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 03/16/07 at 06:40 AM Very enjoyable read. Those last two lines are memorable. |
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