May 7, 2005
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Failed Future Pushkin
The silent dreams of yesterday's ambition are dashed.
Crushed under foot are the quiet prayers of lost time.
Like a sharp whip, across my broken face tears are lashed.
Not sick thievery, just diamonds destroyed in this crime.
Anthrax smokes into ubiquitous fog from ground bones.
My mind, my heart, and my soul will from in running drones.
The threat of forgotten future overwhelms my all.
Into this forbidden chasm of closure I crawl.
Here I banish all my hated ideals to hell.
I am haunted by the grieving ghosts of repressed dreams.
Never is there time to release my childhood screams.
So all my future, in the cave of my soul I quell,
Forever to feast upon the bitter flavor of delicasies never tasted,
Forever to see all my beautiful pleasure-filled dreams wasted.
I wrote that last night in my frusteration, and oddly enough, during the SAT today, I felt a calm sense of assurance. It took me a while, but now I'm finally seeing things in perspective. I am now at peace with what I am to do. YES!
And as a side note, I managed to incorporate some Pascal in my essay answer--thank you Mr. Jain!
Comments (1)
I am ecstatic to know you're doing well. I saw Pensees and went o crap! because i forgot once again to do that hwk and its too late now cuz its church then youth group. Man, I thought I was gonna go to bed early. I'm interested to know how you incorporated Pensees. I mostly talked about stuff we talked about in economics and stuff my dad says cuz his job basically answers that question.
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