I AM THE TREES AND THE ROCKS
A poem by Brandon Rouzaud
I. STAND TALL AND PROUD. I AM. OLD. VERY OLD
OLDER THAN THE THINGS. THE THINGS THAT BUZZ AROUND
ME. THERE ARE OTHERS. LIKE ME. ME THAT STANDS AGAINST THE
WINDS. AGAINST WATERS. WE WERE CREATED TO PROTECT. SO WE
STAND TALL AND PROUD. WE PROTECT THE THINGS. BUT WE DO NOT SPEAK.
WE CANNOT SEE, NO. BUT. WE CAN HEAR. THEY SAY. THE THINGS SAY. THAT
WE HAVE THE. EARS. BUT WE ONLY HEAR. THINGS THAT ARE. LOUD? NO DEEP.
WE ONLY. HEAR. THINGS THAT VIBRATE IN OUR BEAMS. SOMETIMES WE TRY
TO REPLICATE THOSE SOUNDS. IT SCARES THE THINGS AWAY. THE OLDEST OF
US. THE DYING AND DECREPIT ONES MAKE THOSE SOUNDS. OFTEN THEY DO.
THEY WANT TO BE LEFT. ALONE. BUT THAT IS ENOUGH. THOUGHTS OF MINE. I
HAVE SPENT MUCH TIME ON THIS. IT HAS LAXED MY WALLS. THE THINGS THAT
BUZZ THEY SPEAK VERY FAST. THEY CAN SAY A WORD. IN AN INSTANT. BUT WE
CANNOT. IT TAKES WE MUCH LONGER. WE TAKE OUR STRENGTHS FROM THAT
WHICH WE WERE MADE. TREES AND ROCKS. MAYBE THAT IS WHY THEY. CANNOT
UNDERSTAND. WE.
-Inspired by the Shalebridge Cradle: a haunted building that remembers people
OLDER THAN THE THINGS. THE THINGS THAT BUZZ AROUND
ME. THERE ARE OTHERS. LIKE ME. ME THAT STANDS AGAINST THE
WINDS. AGAINST WATERS. WE WERE CREATED TO PROTECT. SO WE
STAND TALL AND PROUD. WE PROTECT THE THINGS. BUT WE DO NOT SPEAK.
WE CANNOT SEE, NO. BUT. WE CAN HEAR. THEY SAY. THE THINGS SAY. THAT
WE HAVE THE. EARS. BUT WE ONLY HEAR. THINGS THAT ARE. LOUD? NO DEEP.
WE ONLY. HEAR. THINGS THAT VIBRATE IN OUR BEAMS. SOMETIMES WE TRY
TO REPLICATE THOSE SOUNDS. IT SCARES THE THINGS AWAY. THE OLDEST OF
US. THE DYING AND DECREPIT ONES MAKE THOSE SOUNDS. OFTEN THEY DO.
THEY WANT TO BE LEFT. ALONE. BUT THAT IS ENOUGH. THOUGHTS OF MINE. I
HAVE SPENT MUCH TIME ON THIS. IT HAS LAXED MY WALLS. THE THINGS THAT
BUZZ THEY SPEAK VERY FAST. THEY CAN SAY A WORD. IN AN INSTANT. BUT WE
CANNOT. IT TAKES WE MUCH LONGER. WE TAKE OUR STRENGTHS FROM THAT
WHICH WE WERE MADE. TREES AND ROCKS. MAYBE THAT IS WHY THEY. CANNOT
UNDERSTAND. WE.
-Inspired by the Shalebridge Cradle: a haunted building that remembers people
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I was born August 3rd, 1991 as a sporadic and imaginative kid split between two
parents. I have been writing creatively since I was in middle school, influenced by all the superheroes I wanted to be. I have seen more stories (books and TV shows) than I can count over the years across all genres, and all of them have influenced my writings giving me a broad range of styles and inspiration. After my initial college years, I went into the Navy and lost touch with my creative writing. I spent most of my Navy time studying for rank and operational exams. It was on a long deployment, when things were quiet in transit, that my creativity was reborn in droll boredom. That was the first short story length writing I had ever had, and I actually looked forward to writing it whenever I knew there was nothing going on. When I returned to college, the short story I wrote prompted me to take a short story writing class where, I feel that, I wrote some of my best work. Throughout my two years getting my Associates in Arts at Pasadena City College, I wrote many types of creative writing and people who read them enjoyed them giving me the confidence to be a writer. Although my ideal dream job has been to be a librarian, my greatest goal would be to write and publish a book that people love; it wouldn’t even have to be a best seller, just be loved by many. |
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