Teen Poetry #4 |
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Elvenblood Member
since 2001-02-17
Posts 409Maine, USA |
I post this because, I know people who would do it. And they're not picked on, or angry, or anything like that. I also hate how the press will make a mountain out of a molehill, or make the student out as the problem, or persecution as the reason. Hope it's a good read. A teen walks into his bedroom He does his homework, always an “A” She plays her guitar, a keyboard too He calls the coach, to see if he’ll play She calls her friends, innumerable – all true A teen walks into a cafeteria “Where are all your friends?” another asks “Under my jacket and in my pocket” At that the pretty-boy is gone Lost in a violent maelstrom of smoke and blood Tables upturn, people scream Another one falls, bathing her friends The school on TV, a fiery conflagration Prepared for weeks, the school went up Not one bacterium from the lab survived Thousands of students killed by one A teen who was perfect, nothing wrong Nobody knows what to make of it The press doesn’t even speculate why The press, parents, schools and more Realize they know absolutely nothing They can’t stop what’s happening They can’t prevent anything from now on People will assume he was pained, or curious But he knew what he was doing, but they don’t care They are thick headed, and look past the real problem A teen watches the earth from his non-existence Watching the people warp his identity and mind He almost wishes he hadn’t done it He would rather be himself with them alive Than be a tortured youth, angry with everyone A teen watches the earth from his non-existence ~*Last line is still under review*~ [This message has been edited by acire (edited 03-26-2001).] |
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Deranger Member
since 2000-05-10
Posts 498Somewhere, between here and there |
In the ageless mentallity of the unstoppable lone gunman...hehe... Anywho, to make things easier on me, i'm gonna pretend i completely understand this poem...well, i might as well pretend to understand you as well! Yes, America is dumb. Scarily, we don't know what to make of these tragedies, scarier still is the fact we don't know what to do about them either...it appears we are to chronically rot in our own ignorence...alas. Anyway, ranting aside...your poem was good, i found this part disturbing, however... People will assume he was pained, or curious Curious? Gun go boom, people fall down. Is that the kind of curiosity you were refering to? Spreading insanity, one post at a time |
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Child of the Stars
since 2000-09-07
Posts 1658Ann Arbor, MI |
3 words. Mean. People. SUCK! and 4 more: Have a nice day. ~Carly Many miles behind my eyelashes, there always seems to be |
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banburycross Senior Member
since 2001-03-27
Posts 946viginia |
Mean people do suck. The poem, however, was quite good, i enjoyed it. Sometimes, the things that go unsaid are the only things worth hearing. |
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TearsOfPearls Member
since 1999-09-23
Posts 322Vereeniging, South-Africa |
I think this was an excellent poem, and I understand the message...I think. Great poem...great rhyme and great style...keep it up! Planning big can be a gamble...I have already rolled the dice! |
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AngelShell Member
since 2000-03-01
Posts 446not heaven nor hell so... |
Tears, this can only bring tears. For the truth we all know is so real yet pretend is so far away. I love everything you're trying to say, yet hate the images that toss through my head. I can see your anger, yet I am blind to your feelings. It is perfect. |
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Fading Away
since 2001-03-14
Posts 3131Lynchburg, Virginia |
This is an angry poem.. I love it. I like the rhyme scheme, and the flow... it's great. Very nice job. --Marie It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. |
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