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Poisoned Summer

July 18, 2013
By amandap PLATINUM, Midlothian, Virginia
amandap PLATINUM, Midlothian, Virginia
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you, sadistic summer,
poisoned the handwriting,
the impatient pleasantries
hold the innocent in fingertips of swine.
against the webbed bricks
that line like untangled words,
imperfected strings of letters
that swelter in summer’s heat.
hands have paused motion,
minds have stopped like
clocks ticking.
we are frozen in
formidable joys
that avoid ink like a collective erasure.
I have been curled like toes
in pockets of earth,
refusal passed through my lips
on Tuesday nights
in strange backseats
on strange roads
in the strange hours of night
when my breath tasted like
midsummer’s eve
and my fingers ached with words
I cannot write.
Hold me true to the dawn
of roses and caffeinated goodbyes
and stanzas that puff off into distances
like my breaking thoughts.
Train tracks build under my feet,
sunrise stores under my teeth.
This season has stolen the breath from my tongue.

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on Aug. 23 2013 at 2:23 pm
amandap PLATINUM, Midlothian, Virginia
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Thank you so much for all of your comments! Regarding the lower/upper case issues with my work, I actually pride myself in the way I space out my lines in a regular word document, where I do indeed pay very close attention to the regularity of the font. Unfortunately on Teen Ink my spacing gets put off when the lines get compressed and then the capitalization goes wonky; I usually tend to use longer lines, creating a shorter length of the entire poem.    I really appreciate all of your compliments and criticisms! It's nice to hear from another writer. 

Mckay ELITE said...
on Jul. 23 2013 at 4:32 pm
Mckay ELITE, Somewhere, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do."
—Apple’s “Think Different” commercial, 1997
“Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn't understood.”
― Weihui Zhou

Very beautiful. Summer is my favorite season. But I hate the heat, the humidity really. Just one minor thing: If you use lowercase, use that only; or capitalize if you're going to capitalize, that way it's consistent. Just thought I'd point that out. I really enjoyed reading this poem. I could feel your emotion and struggle. And that last line is perfect.