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Other Topics => Creative Endeavors => Topic started by: Tiger Baby on June 07, 2003, 02:25:57 pm
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She looked around,
All she saw was blue
Her face whiter than a cloud
Her lips red with blood
Her left eye black and blue; she got in a fight
Her ankles shaking
Her hands quivering
Her hair in a bun
A single tear stung her eye then ran down her pale cheek
A week earlier she couldn't have been better
What happened?
Many events happened in that week. . .
Her parents split up; her dad was having an affair
Her boyfriend was murdered
Her Grandfather (whom she was close to) passed on
She got in a fist fight with her friend
She was expelled from school
She was failing all of her classes
She was raped
Everyone seemed to be ganging up on her
She screamed a bloody-murder scream
She went into the her fathers old office room,
and took out his gun he left behind on accident
She put the gun to her head
She pulled the trigger; and fell to the ground
She died
Nothing could save her
It was to late
Her life fell apart; she left her life forever
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Andrea,
I really hope you're not down about stuff; it seems to be reflected in a lot of your poems.
Christopher
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it's very beautiful....and dark, but misery has it's place in our world... if you've been inspired to write about this by events you've experienced then (in a way) you're exorcising those demons.... and if you've based this on nothing other than a notion in your head you should be applauded for your beautifully dark words
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Not that I'm disagreeing, but ...
it's very beautiful....and dark, but misery has it's place in our world... if you've been inspired to write about this by events you've experienced then (in a way) you're exorcising those demons.... and if you've based this on nothing other than a notion in your head you should be applauded for your beautifully dark words
... You're just a boy.
:lol:
Christopher
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that wasn't very nice now was it? i would have thought that someone in such advancing years would have a little more maturity... :roll:
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that wasn't very nice now was it? i would have thought that someone in such advancing years would have a little more maturity... :roll:
Advancing years huh? :lol: I've never heard that one. A person does not lack maturity just because they poke fun at something.
But, on a serious note, I too thought Andrea's poem was dark, as well as disturbing.
Christopher
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uhh. . . . thanks I guess. . .