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A Mountain of Lies MAG

November 15, 2014
By ZoeZoe PLATINUM, Westown, New Plymouth 4310, Other
ZoeZoe PLATINUM, Westown, New Plymouth 4310, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song" -Maya Angelou


When I was seven years old,
I dropped a pebble on a polished floor.

At age eight,
I dropped two more.

By eleven,
they had formed an anthill.

Harmless enough,
almost blown over by the wind.

By thirteen,
I was knee-deep in a pebble tower.

At age fourteen,
these pebbles could no longer
be deconstructed sweetly;
removing one would crumble the whole structure.

By fifteen years old,
I had a mountain.
The floor I had started on
was only visible in perfect sunlight.

When I was fifteen,
I spent all my energy structuring,
maintaining,
and worrying for this mountain
of mine.

When I was fifteen,
it started to rain.

And when I was fifteen,
a raindrop fell on a pebble.
A pebble that was part of my mountain.
My volcano.

When I was fifteen,
this raindrop knocked my pebble
out of place.
I watched it fall.
Almost in slow motion.

It bumped another pebble
which hit another
another
another

A domino of pebbles clattered
against this polished floor.
I spread my arms
and tried to hold up this mountain
on my own.

There were too may pebbles
and they each felt like boulders.

So when I was fifteen,
my mountain tumbled down.
Years of intricate planning and design
cascading to nothing
before my eyes.

And when I was fifteen, I thought this fall would kill me.



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on Feb. 26 2015 at 11:00 pm
Temma1026 BRONZE, New York, New York
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*chronological order

on Feb. 26 2015 at 11:00 pm
Temma1026 BRONZE, New York, New York
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This is great! I love the structure and how it's in chronological. The simplicity of the language creates almost a playful, childish feeling.