It is so hard to believe that I am trampled each day. Witnessing the many fights, moments of piece, or cold shoulders to be given, I must turn around and walk away. Everybody knows that I am here, but they don't realize the feelings that a town, such as myself, holds inside. In fact, these people and other animals are the main cause of my pain. The smooth grasses that once lie by my arms are now cement with buildings on top. It was heartwrenching to see the pure beauty of nature disappear into complete ruins that shall never be unearthed. What else do these humans do? They let their animals trod upon my ground and let their bodily functions take control!1
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Wonder strikes upon my face, as my head starts to ache. Something big must be going on at the school. Well, as I choose for my eyes to linger, I find the little children throwing their basketballs at each other, as well as on my disgustingly paved roads. Oh, look, there are some space machines with older children inside. What are they called? Oh yes, cars. Well, those cars are going to take those little runts away.3
My eyes light up with hope, as I see the older generation of students escape from the next exit. Then again, they are skipping around. They exclaim something about spring break, which is a horrible occasion in which the pain that has been inflicted upon me to create these unnecessary buildings, is useless!4
Suddenly, the oldest generation escapes the double doors at the school. Some of them hold expressions of joy, which brings warmth to the heart of me (you know, by the restaurants in town). Then again, I feel so angry. After all, this poor girl is being bullied by a whole bunch of nature abusers. They yell at her, and she doesn't respond, even though she holds some of their same views. It is too bad I am just a town, for I cannot ask her the question of her name, and cannot defend her. That is, I cannot defend her without using a bit of magic.5
Well, those evil girls got on my nerves, so I lifted up a piece of sidewalk, and they fell flat on their faces. For some reason, the bullied girl felt that she must help her taunters. I found this quite strange. Maybe there is more to being a person, than to being a town?6
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As the people inhabiting my land drifted off to sleep, I tried. I woke up every five minutes, though. As I tossed and turned, trying to get back to sleep, I heard the screams about an earthquake. Then, when I stopped tossing and turning, due to the pain of houses falling upon my city streets, I heart a groaning. It was the construction crew, which would burrow beneath my skin, planting basements in my skeleton. I only wished for it to stop, and yes, I think it has. That girl so taunted, stopped the men from tearing me apart. She told of how such a town as me, had benefited the people. She told of my pain and the torture I feel, and the working crew left, for real! Well, I happened to know that this girl loved the scent after it had rained. On a nice spring day like this, I brought the scent to her, though I was short of the precipitation. After all, who said that I liked to have my streets flooded?!8
Author notes
Well, I only wish that I could put this under multiple categories! I have not written a lot of stories, and stick to poetry most of the time. If there is anything that I did wrong, or can improve...Well, I will just say that I would be elated to hear some constructive criticism!
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