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Hello,
I haven't been around in awhile, but I just wrote a poem I felt the need to show someone.
Anyhow, because of the Virginia Tech shooting and also because of it's 8th anniversary, Columbine's been on my obsessive mind lately.
So this poem is partially inspired by it:
Alien Nation
The words you say do not make sense
Because you do not believe them
Because it’s like you never said them
I died the other day,
I told you, but you didn’t listen
I thought about screaming,
But you wouldn’t hear me
Tragedies happen and words are said,
But no one really learns,
None of us remember, None of us change
We each go on, narcissists in our own way,
And me most of all.
Sometimes I think that maybe I know,
I know the ideas, but not the actions,
The thoughts speak to me, but the gun does not.
Sometimes I know too much,
Or think I know too much,
Or simply just think too much.
Do you feel the way I do?
I often ask that silent question,
And you say yes,
but I think you lie.
We are an Alien Nation,
And none of us know each other,
And we never will.
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