High

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High

December 3rd, 2011

5-minute drill

By Michael 

(revised version written below, after the other entries):

High
as a kite,
bird

on a wire

my money
on my mind
over

matter

of fact,

doesn't matter 

after all is said

and
done
did it

work

another day 

older
than time

keeps on
ticking
like

a 

time bomb

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By Rachael:

Something told her that the only thing that would preserve her was her sense of tenacity - that stubborn streak within her that had held her through the nights of doubt and fear. She held her head high, reassuring herself that she could make it through the ride ahead of her. As she looked up to see people moving along with their day, she couldn't make sense of how the entire world wasn't crying; how it could be that everyone wasn't swept into the gaping hole that she had become. Small memories, details too heavy almost to bear, swam in and out of her mind as she tried not to vomit.

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By Sandy:

"High".....I imagine myself, high on a hill, taking in the beauty of the land, the sky, feeling my sense of JOY. I am high on happiness, hope, and passion of this moment,and of what the future brings,.....like the high excitement of expectation of a young child at Christmas time. I'm high on a hill,... looking at the beautiful blue sky, and somewhere, still, in my little girl heart, ....I'm wishfully looking for Santa to bring me the things of my heart.

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Michael's revised poem:

High
as a kite,
free

as a bird
on
a
wire

my money
on 

my mind
over
matter

of
fact

doesn't matter 

after all
is
said

and
done
did it

work

another day 

older
than
time

keeps on
ticking
ticking,
ticking,
into the future.

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