Aight bois, @Husky wanted a serious poem, so I made this in about 20 minutes, and I only had to google 2 words Death is inevitable But for it to be equitable We must be executable For our lives to be beautiful Our limits and expectations Become our innovations We need more convenience For our lives to be tolerable But how many lives must suffer at our expense? How can we not see that we’re being too dense The earth has limitations And we can’t expect innovations When there are no people left. Burn down acres of trees Drown all the fish in the sea Tear apart our atmosphere And our consciences is clear Breathe in some carbon emissions Eat our Monsanto decisions Inject a cow with some 'roids So mom can feed her and her boys We must devise a good pace Or we might just have to embrace To decease and lay waste Leaving nothing in place.
Here is some beautiful music to listen to while you read: It wasn't really much inspiration to this piece, but regardless it's good to have a tone to a poem in order to put you into a better mood to listen to it with. Spoiler: Video Untitled 2. I wonder where time goes. I think about it a lot. I think about a lot of things. I am a man of science after all. I think about you a lot. I didn't see you much, but I think about the memories we spent. You were only 3 years old when you left us for a better place. You traveled there in a beautiful pink carriage I am told. So much to ask. How are you doing? It's been a year since we last talked, or maybe was it two? Time sure does fly in college doing science. Don't worry I haven't hurt myself with any chemicals yet. What's it like up there? Have you made any new friends? Fellow princesses maybe? You were obsessed with Sofia the First, your favorite show. I'm sure there's plenty of it where you are, non stop. Mom and Dad are as good as they will be. They lost the crown gem of their household after all. Dad still blames himself for everything, but I reassure him he did his best that faithful day. They still talk about you a lot at parties when I see them. Christmas. Your birthday, the whole nine yards. There's even a giant poster that sits there watching over the rest of the household whenever I go there. All of your friends at school made it for them. It's hard for them to move on. They still hurt thinking of all the times they've spent watching over you and caring for you, but one day, that pain will fade, and they will never stop forgetting what you have done for them in your short life. I still wonder why you were taken away from us so soon. I spent a lot of this spring break catching up with thoughts of you. Even if right now I am not able to see you, through death will I be able to one day see you again. I'll make sure we can play princess up there for as long as you want. I promise. For now, I'll just have to live it. Ross.
Here is a sonnet I made for English class my senior year of high school. It uses iambic pentameter. (I also was kinda being cheeky towards the teacher.) I have found myself being rather bored Macbeth doth put my patience to the test and Brave New World makes me go 'Oh my Ford' It's so monotonous I need a rest Apparently I lack motivation I don't believe that is the cause for it In truth I think I need a vacation I don't want to be here and yet I sit In my seat thinking of where I could be Perhaps on an island relaxing on the beach underneath a coconut tree not worrying about where the time's gone The present is pregnant with the future I am I and it'll be okay I'm sure (Brownie points to whoever knows what philosopher said which line.)
Haven't posted a poem in a while so I will post one. Why Do I Feel Insecure? Every day. Hour. Minute. Second. I feel insecure. No matter how many friends I have No matter how well I do in school No matter how happy I am I feel insecure. I can’t talk about my problems I can’t be open I can’t trust others Because I feel insecure. And why? Why do I feel like this Why do I isolate myself Why do I have this pain Is it my trust issues Is it afraid of being hurt Is it just not feeling good enough I don’t know exactly why And maybe I never will All I know is that This black hole In my heart Will never cure Because every happiness Becomes a sadness No matter how hard I try No matter what I do I will never be truly happy With that said This is my goodbye
Spoiler: Title: Heck Poetry is gay, yet here I lay - Words combined, letter by letter, perhaps, at the end, I might feel better. Innocent people die in war, others live and know not what for. I sit in peace; getting my hours for the day, all the while I waste away. But is it really so bad? Does it make you sad? That this was all for one thing: heck you all, chicken wing. Please don't be too critical, this is the first poem I've made that I shared publicly I didn't pay attention in poetry class..
Spoiler: Really deep *BEWARE* Every day You wake up You shower You get dressed You go to school You come home You do homework You eat dinner You go up to your room You go to sleep Repeat However People don’t see what happens Between closed doors and walls No one knows the truth about your life No one may never know About the abuse From your parents That cause you to be scared Of any adult figure in your life Especially males Because of your father’s iron fist Smashing into you Women Because of the constant Drinking Screaming Yelling From your mother No one may never know About the scars and fresh cuts Underneath your sweater That you self-inflicted on yourself With whatever you could find Sometimes a knife A pair of scissors A razor blade Even a pair of keys All because of the pain inside No one may never know About the bullying at school Where people call you a slut Over a silly makeout session in the bathroom Over pictures that have the wrong context Where people call you fat Over the fact that you gained a couple pounds Over the summer Where people write things in your locker Where they have the audacity to say Kill yourself No one may never know About how you have zero friends Over some silly rumors at school They want to be liked as much as you do So they leave you At this point you are left with nothing No family No friends Not even some self-esteem for yourself Everything gone One night You say it’s enough You walk upstairs After dinner Put on a beautiful light blue dress Clean your room to perfection Walk into the bathroom And stare You ask yourself “Why me? What did I do to deserve this much pain? Why does my life suck? Why won’t anyone love me?” At that moment You look down Into the sink And say I’m sorry Then you look back up Wipe the tears off your face Pick up the knife And you start to cut Even though the metal is so cold As it pierces your skin You scramble after about 7 cuts on each arm For a pill bottle You open the bottle And down all the pills inside You start to fall backwards Then you hit the ground You start to drift out of consciousness Then you stop breathing Your heart stops beating Your brain stops to function You feel free But you still feel empty But you still feel lonely You start to ask yourself “Was this all worth it?” But a person like you Can only take so much pain But you also forgot that there is Help everywhere So now you live in this empty void But you are suddenly happier Because you don’t have to deal with shit Anymore You say, “Heaven will always take care of me.” Then you drift off into the sunset Free.
