Acts

Acts

A Poem by Gonce

I spat on the concrete and called it
resistance.
I punched a hole in the ceiling and called it
freedom.
I danced in the street and called it
living.
I yelled at the sky and called it
acceptance.
I turned off the lights and called it
deliverance.
I turned them back on and called it
damnation.
I jerked off and called it
depression.
I smiled at a stranger and called it
peace.
I held her hand and called it
love.
I drank down a bottle and called it
pain.
I drove too fast, too late, and called it
redemption.
I sat at a computer, for hours, doing nothing, and called it
addiction.
I prayed to God and called it
persistance.
I talked to a friend and called it
consumption.
I watched a crow peck at a carcass and called it
relevance.
I earned a paycheck and called it
idiocy.
I flipped a burger and called it
murder.
I drew chalk pictures on the sidewalk and called it
expression.
I shook an enemies hand and called it
intellegence.
I sang to her and called it
release.
I swam in an ocean and called it
escape.
I moved two counties away and called it
distance.
I broke the empty bottle and called it
emotion.
I wrote this poem, and called it
Art.

© 2008 Gonce


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I reviewed and called it .... evoking. Nice job.

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Gonce
Gonce

Columbu, OH



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Well, my name is Adam Gonce. I currently, and always have been, and probably will end up dying in(although that doesn't depress me), in Columbus Ohio. Although now that I am done typing that, I read.. more..

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