my poem I want you to read
September 18, 2001 at 1:31 a.m.
my buddy posted this in his site..
oh, you MUST go see it - it's just incredible...
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So I'm a 21 year-old fifth year college senior in an english class with brainy 16 year olds because of a scheduling/computer glitch.
I'm not complaining - apparently, it's a whole lot better than the regular freshman writing classes for the "grown-ups." And the little kids think I'm cool (I like to pretend they think I'm cool...)
So in the wake of all that's happened, the teacher is having us write a poem to express our feelings.
Oh, I canNOT have a 16 year-old punk outdo me... but they probably will. It's funny - every poem I tried to write ended up about an ex-boyfriend. I like how Annie put it:
"why do we pull together go on when the world falls apart, but when we get dumped by a loser or some other man- thing goes wrong, we can't work or otherwise function for days or weeks? just wondering--"
Oh, too true...
Anywho, I composed a violin solo, but I'll turn this in anyway. I'm really ... well, I won't give a disclaimer, but you now how I am... please tell me what you think and if I could improve it somehow... anywho, here goes...
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September 10.
The world is ending.
What is the use of going on?
With this hair
this face
this body
this towed car
this homework??
I cannot be expected to survive under these conditions.
September 11.
No.
Oh stop no.
Where did my world go?
Where did my life go?
My kingdom for a bad hair day
for a dead car
to erase the image still burning.
Today I sat on my blue couch while thousands screamed
and were silenced
as they fell from the sky
something landed on me.