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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Letter
[time] => 2010-03-20 11:58:36
[hometext] => I wrote this when I got deferred then wait-listed from my dream college. Near the end, I actually sort of consoled myself and it turned inspirational. Imagine that ;)
[bodytext] => head swirling with thoughts; this among that where to go? what to do? I wish the world was flat then I could see everything laid out all plain I'd scarcely lose all my wits again alas, 'tis the nature of college admissions I suspect I'd have better luck working on nuclear fission and understanding its intracacies, both inside and out for college admissions make me want to shout and cry, and exclaim to all of the sky "Why didn't you pick me?? Why, why, oh why?!" as I see my classmates cast their heads to the ground in utter defeat, not making a sound their silence is a mass of thoughts unspoken filled with dreams and hopes that are shattered and broken I taste my tears as I stare at the wall I pound as a crumpled letter falls to the cold, hard ground the act says it all: "I didn't get in, I didn't get in!" they expel as the defeated masses all writhe in their private hells words like "sorry," "next time," and unfeeling hands on shoulders all come tumbling down on the conscience like boulders crawling, bleeding, from under the pile each lonely student just sits for a while and contemplates... CONTinue to think; stir; ponder; regret EMPathize with others whom they've never met LAy on assorted beds; couches and just blankly stare TESting the ceiling's ability not to care shift i wish all decisions could be that clear but some things are muddled and might elicit a tear or two or three or four from the swollen eyes of I who can never, will never realize why ...I didn't get in... but all clouds disappate, eventually and things aren't entirely bad, you see for I spot the sun peeking out at me and as I look up, a new letter falls from the sky it reads: "Things will be alright. Cheer up, big guy." and I think for a second or two or three and pull down from deep inside of me a small wisp of hope for the brand new day and I tell myself, "I think I'll be okay." [comments] => 0 [counter] => 111 [topic] => 19 [informant] => hiimnevin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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