My school called about the poem I wrote

[borat_sagdiyev]

lmao did they put you on suicide watch or something?

 

[Ahyoka]

It was not the suicidal undertones that bothered them but the possibility that you might be EMO. That is why they called.

Lmao, I'm not emo. Very far from it. Actually i got the idea from marilyn manson's coma white, and then just added some stuff.

awww I had a better name for your poem if you had been a Emo....
Cutty Cut Rip McStab Stab My Paper Heart

Seriously though, at first glance the poem does look kinda suicidal. What did you tell them when they called to check on you?

 

[BF2player]

lmao did they put you on suicide watch or something?

I don't think so. At least they didn't tell me they did.

 

[BF2player]

awww I had a better name for your poem if you had been a Emo....
Cutty Cut Rip McStab Stab My Paper Heart

Seriously though, at first glance the poem does look kinda suicidal. What did you tell them when they called to check on you?

LMAO nice. Yea, it probably does. I told them I'm doing good, and then they responded and where like k thx, bi.

 

[muz]

Well, apparently, they don't like what I wrote as a sonnet. Anyway, tell me what you think. I actually found it pretty amusing they did call me about it.

The World That Threw Me Away

There's nothing left in this world for me
Death seeks me today
Or maybe it's just because I see life as a bully
Death speaks the words that I can't say

Feeling as this world threw me away
I feel death crawling on my skin
Throwing my life around insanely
Whispering words that'll death will make me okay

But I won't just end my life
I will break the grasp death has me
Making me appear as a lowlife
I won't listen and maybe it will delay

As long as I can breathe and I can see
I still have life in me

That dosent seem suicidal to me , i get the idea of someone not willing to give up by the fact that the end 6 lines
And you think thats disturbing we had to study this at high school for english

Today I am going to kill something. Anything.
I have had enough of being ignored and today
I am going to play God. It is an ordinary day,
a sort of grey with boredom stirring in the streets.

I squash a fly against the window with my thumb.
We did that at school. Shakespeare. It was in
another language and now the fly is in another language.
I breathe out talent on the glass to write my name.

I am a genius. I could be anything at all, with half
the chance. But today I am going to change the world.
Something's world. The cat avoids me. The cat
knows I am a genius, and has hidden itself.

I pour the goldfish down the bog. I pull the chain.
I see that it is good. The budgie is panicking.
Once a fortnight, I walk the two miles into town
for signing on. They don't appreciate my autograph.

There is nothing left to kill. I dial the radio
and tell the man he's talking to a superstar.
He cuts me off. I get our bread-knife and go out.
The pavements glitter suddenly. I touch your arm.

 

[Ð88]

right, if it wasn't for the last few lines then it could be cause for alarm. Although, i once had a g/f who happened to let me read some of her poems and it had to be some of the most f***ed shit i had ever read. They were all written before we were together but needless to say, i still left that one behind in a hurry.