Right now I could be on a beach somewhere,
Soft sand embracing my feet
But instead my feet are under this desk
And my ass is glued to this seat.
Right now I could be writing somewhere
My guitar is my right hand man
But instead I'm wiriting history notes
And listening to the teachings of mr. brand
Right now I could be sleeping somewhere
Drifting into a dream of a better life
But instead I'm here, drifting asleep
As Hoags goes on about someone's strife
Right now I could be with him,
Feel his soft skin on mine
But he left with his army boots
Now all he is, is an image in my mind
Right now I could be happy
But my loss has got me glued
Glued to this depression
Of a lost obsession, and there's nothing I can do.
Author notes
IWantBillieJoeA
AP SN: bubblybriggs
A contest entry
- Today Only by Lady-Pegasus.
525 points, ended May 22, 2007, 9 entries
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Please tell me what you think
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Muy bien!
Good job Roach! I totally agree with the whole Mr. Brand part!
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Thank you for your contest submission, I do need to ask you review the rules and edit your submission appropriately. Please reply IN COMMENTS to me and let me know this has been done, thank you. (I was asking for your AP screen name in here please)
I will allow until the end of the day for edits.
Well I liked it, for the most part. It has a nice blending of reality within the fantastical. I was not too keen on the ending, leaving it on a dark note, but that is just personal preference. I do suggest capitalizing the proper nouns (teacher's name) in this wonderful piece.
Best of luck in this and all of your endeavors. 
Hetohke'e 
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Thank you for the requested edit, submission has been noted.
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this is so beautiful...i love it... it speaks so much truth but not too much. its...marvelous...good luck in the contest!!! -
Thanks for the comment, I appreciate it! Yeah I was inspired when my brother went away to war and then I saw this TV show about these army vets who were like twenty twenty one my brothers age getting killed I just translated my pain to a boyfriend not a brother.
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What a bummer - depression really has set in and taken over, can see where wuld rather be doing many other things than being part of this deep dark blanket that covers you now. Sentiments well expressed, easy to read and understand.
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