All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Looking up from the grave
November 15, 2011
Crowds towering over like one big shadow
Fingers laced through each other’s hands
Flowers dancing on my lifeless body
And words are spoken on command.
Music hums as everyone becomes silent
Tear drops from clouds occupy the air
No one blinks or moves a finger
No one talks, no one dares.
The solemn air moves the crowd toward home
While my numbers were carved in stone today
And the dirt piles on layer by layer
As the world starts to sail away.
© Jacob W., Oklahoma City, OK
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
