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Scapecrow

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

12 poems·Since January 2014

I am seventeen years old. My favourite sport is hockey and I like meat and potatoes. I have a pet leopard gecko named Mr. Owen (named after a character in Agatha Christie's "Ten Little Indians"). I plan to be a theatre major at UW-Milwaukee next fall, and to minor in animation. I'm the only female tenor in the Milwaukee Irish Fest Choir. quote: "The world is rather bitter; that's why everyone wants sweet things." -The Undertaker, Kuroshitsuji

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Relinquit

May 12, 2014

What made Man think Heaven was in the sky?

 

Was the new sun purely radiant?

 

Did the clouds billow and swirl into

patterns for God’s hem?

 

Did birds utter in their own song

sweet voices of angels?


 

There is Hell in the Heavens now.

 

The sun eclipses and is shrouded

 

in smog and filth from

 

one Earth that has been the New Heaven.


 

Where has Heaven -gone-

 

Now?


 

Heaven: Relinquit


 

Why did Eden disappear?

 

Was Man sick of a

 

perfect Paradise?

 

Envious?


 

Or forlorn….

 

Bitter…. Relinquished….

 

Was it Man that

 

turned from Eden?


 

Where has Eden -gone-

 

Now?


 

Eden: Relinquit


 

If Man could understand

 

what Heaven is,


 

Could we


 

make Heaven come back


 

for us?



Hell: Relinquit

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