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Rylan Abbott Poem
Rain whipped by,
And the wipers tasked with maintaining sight struggled to keep up.
Despite the wiper’s determination though,
the driver needed not look,
As in his inebriation his control would merely worsen with sight.
The wheels upon which he rode turned quickly,
yet slid along the unstable gravel.
And as the driver lost consciousness,
The road gave way just in time to spite his drunkenness.
First the headlight cracked,
Then the metal upon which the car was supported bent and split.
And finally, the separation between the derelict and his storm gave way:
As the window shattered beyond recognition.
Now,
Rested upon an old willow,
The manifestation of all inadequacies lay;
A young man,
who failed to drive the car upon which fate destined him,
Met his end -
in introduction to the monsters of his irresolution.
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There stood a tree,
Not a rusty, disgusting tree,
But, a tree of life and vigor.
Upon this tree,
A young bud lay
A bud who through rain, sun, and night
Would grow to a leaf.
This leaf however,
differed from its spirited kin.
Upon the arrival of fall
His prophecy was to be fulfilled so another bud may be
And contrary to his brothers,
This leaf clutched the branch of its maker.
And soon was left alone
upon a now dark and hollow tree
In his loneliness,
this once purpose defying leaf
Opted to maintain the cycle upon which creation brewed him.
He let go from the tree
Only to find his stem could bear the weight of purpose no longer.
And unlike his brothers,
he did not fall to the ground beneath.
Rather, hung sullen upon a hibernating tree
Spring came,
And despite the winter,
The leaf clutched on to life.
Unfortunately for the now optimistic leaf,
His newfound life would soon depart,
The stem from which he hung could no longer support the old leaf.
And upon springs first sunlight the leaf found a bed among his kin.
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The strong current twisted and turned,
So much so surely no man dare enter.
However newly inhabited in this devilish stream:
A school of ridged rocks tumbled by.
Among this school, rolled the most honed of them all.
As he rolled he noticed the dulling of his fellow rocks.
they tossed and turned as the river quickened their erosion,
However,
Different from the rest.
This rock was adamant on maintaining his unique edges.
Finally,
After seasons of resistance,
The school graduated to the shore.
Upon arrival the young rock looked to his mates,
To find that they had smoothed their irregularities,
And he was secluded from their congruence.
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Rylan Abbott Poem
To a human system a parasite is identical to itself:
Causing infection and illness.
However, this is not the fault of the system,
Rather fully instigated by the trespasser
Content on deceiving the hand of its provider.
Unlike the system,
A parasite is most gluttonous and lazing,
And evolution raised it as such.
Is the parasite to blame,
Or rather to be understood as a simple manifestation of its creation?
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He held his hand on the key,
Paralyzed in motion.
Teeth gritted,
Eyes wild,
And arms trembling.
He slammed his hands on the wheel,
Whomp,
Whomp,
Whomp.
And cursed himself when his fit was over.
How could he, He thought,
They could be out there.
“I will not” he said softly,
And retracted his key from the starter.
“I will never leave this garage!” he declared,
“That’ll show em”.
“My car had been hit once, and never again”.
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Rylan Abbott Poem
The orchardist held the apple tight,
Staring deep into its being,
As if it had something more to show him than its rotten skin.
Unwilling to admit it to its predestined fate,
He first peeled the apple to view its innards.
Unsatisfied by the inedible flesh,
He continued:
Deeper and deeper,
Until his hands were coarse and knife dull.
Finally upon reaching the core,
His anger released itself in a swift action,
As he hurled the apple core towards the wall.
Quickly though, he ran towards the remaining mush.
Grasping at anything, hoping to get his apple back.
However, it would not be,
Nor was it ever so,
its rancidness was sown in its creation
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Inside its host it fed.
lurking and undetected,
Yet blind to the fever of its creation.
Instigating incidentally,
It mustn’t prompt its fruit,
As mutation granted its idleness.
Upon which does blame lie
the fever,
Or the hunger?
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Rylan Abbott Poem
There is love,
Synonymous to life.
reflections may tatter and erode upon mirrors
Seasons may break and pass,
Years may come and go.
However,
Upon life that love has not changed.
For its likeness maintained what the world breaks.
A child is only found in children,
or in one whom has been preserved by a love of this fashion
Conclusively,
my childish soul is to remain.
And only upon a grave will it lastly reside,
As assured by the immutable love i hold for you.
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A drop of water has no direction,
Until its introduction to a stream.
A streams movement will bend and change through its self infliction.
While,
A stream is unable to conform stray water:
It is shaped by such.
A car may control its own movement,
However, is constrained to the roads of its creation.
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Upon the winds affirmation
The leaves high above the ground shook,
Content with overlooking a young man’s journey.
Through the woods he walked,
Directionless in meditation.
While he walked the woods opened to reveal his internal contemplation,
And he followed the path that beckoned his conscience.
Deep into the depths of the earth he explored,
Circle through circle,
He discovered the inescapable sin upon which his life sat.
Alas he ventured as far as he could,
And upon seeking escape the guard shielding his chains proclaimed:
“Your life is drawn to my dominion,
sin and virtue share a weight,
Your liberation is achieved through weightlessness,
Though, you are bound to the shortsightedness of desire.”
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