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Heading full long, across the tarmac expanse
Slender strip of black, strecthing into empty vastness
The start of this journey, across one nation
Searching for its heart, and its soul
Rolling through fields as far as the eye can see, under the gentle breeze
Clothed in green, as the money roll.
Caught by the tumultuous city, gilded in light and sparkling distraction
Founded on broken backs and splintered factions.
Speeding through small towns crammed with charm and the musings of Steinbeck
Left to rot, without gold or lead, upon piles of the long forgotten dead.
Skirting crashing waves of cold, the warm wind blows
Bringing garbage, oil, and evermore; ashore.
Stopped before steps of white marble, pure and just
Mired in bureaucratic bust
Resting amongst plots of final rest, tranquil and clean
Costing the legacy to be left, and a family bereft.
The end of researching and exploration
Into the deep seated heart, of this fine nation.
Slender strip of black, strecthing into empty vastness
The start of this journey, across one nation
Searching for its heart, and its soul
Rolling through fields as far as the eye can see, under the gentle breeze
Clothed in green, as the money roll.
Caught by the tumultuous city, gilded in light and sparkling distraction
Founded on broken backs and splintered factions.
Speeding through small towns crammed with charm and the musings of Steinbeck
Left to rot, without gold or lead, upon piles of the long forgotten dead.
Skirting crashing waves of cold, the warm wind blows
Bringing garbage, oil, and evermore; ashore.
Stopped before steps of white marble, pure and just
Mired in bureaucratic bust
Resting amongst plots of final rest, tranquil and clean
Costing the legacy to be left, and a family bereft.
The end of researching and exploration
Into the deep seated heart, of this fine nation.
Literature
Deaths Diary (Entry 7)
Entry Seven
As I write this 7th entry, I am reminded of periods in history that shaped human reception and opinion of me. I am writing these entries so that you might learn more about who I really am and how I see things…so it is only reasonable that I present to you a few of the ways in which you humans have imagined and envisioned me
There are plenty of years and dates in history that leave a bitter taste in my mouth and a massive headache to deal with. God, just thinking about some of those days drives me mad. One that I remember extremely well is 1346…That had to be one of the worst years I've ever had the displeasure of worki
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Sci-Fi story
I was sitting silently on the edge of my bed. I stood up and watched out of the window, the wind
and rain was just crazy. Wind bending the trees to their braking point and rain just pouring down. All
of a suddenly all of it went quiet. I could only hear clock ticking. Click-Clack. And then blinding bright
light flashed over the sky. I was blinded by it and i turned away. Trying to get some sight back. I
rubbed my eyes and as i turned my head back up. Wind had broken one of the trees and it was
falling right into my window. My pupils dilated and i turned away. It all seemed to happen in slow
motion. I took to steps and i jumped out
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Both versions have, as usual, excellent descriptive aspects (visual, sensual, even olfactory for me), but I think it was a wise choice to add the overarching road-trip theme to the revison; it really helps to pull the whole collective together. Again, excellent sensation-filled description - among my particular favorites is "the tumultuous city, gilded in light and sparkling distraction." The only thing I felt was out of place was at the very end, the word "researching." I'm not sure why, but it just kind of jarred me out of it, didn't seem to fit as well. Perhaps because the rest was so full of motion, and the idea of research seems to me less of active searching and exploration and more like sitting in a dusty room with piles of reference books. "Research" brings to my mind the idea of lengthy study, details, and sitting still, while the rest of the poem seemed full of movement, active searching, fleeting impressions lodged deep, etc.