Holder Of The Key
Although I love being at your side,
There's still that part that has to hide
For I'm shielding myself
From a feared remorse
Which would erupt
If your love lost its course…
Shipwrecked and broken
On the craggy shore,
"Look… accept…
I love you no more!"
Friendship is the only key
To loose the me that isn't free!
I hold fast to that sheer control
Which forbids emotion to take its toll
And tear me to shreds…
Leaving naught but remnants,
Nothing but threads
To blow in the wind
Until one day
My spirit would lead me
Ever away…
Far from the lair
Of self-wrought despair.
I'll build me a fence!
I'll build me a wall!…
A windowless room
That's eleven feet tall!
And there shall I dwell,
A vacant shell…
The only escape
From life's loving hell.
An existence blind to reality
Is merely my mind's chosen fantasy
Of what I would become
If I should come undone.
Yet, in a sense,
It is real and very true…
In my love for the world…
In my love for you…
Sometimes I wish
I loved you more…
But still clench the key
To my heart's door.
Lauren Isaacson
January 1980
Nonsense
It was only yesterday,
And hours before when I,
Without a thought of calories,
Had baked a chocolate pie.
In reflecting culinary action,
Its value I must assess
For in the act of doing so,
I created quite a mess!
Buying property is like peanut butter on bread…
The more peanuts you've got, the better the spread.
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Chapter 21 Twelfth Grade
"One must like himself; self-love is the core from which all else grows, including the ability to give and to accept."