'Kay, this is depressing, I'll admit it.

AND NO, I AIN'T SUICIDAL.

I just have a very... peculiar interest in life cycles. DON'T JUDGE ME.

I wrote the first four lines in the middle of class while my language arts teach was talking.

We're having this poetry unit, see, and my and my buddy won some prize (that we haven't got yet) for something I came up with while the teach was telling about it last week. Yeah, I like to ignore the teacher.

We tweaked some bits and voila (or however you spell it), we won.

Yay.

Since then I've kinda been in a poetry craze, coming up with one and a half (one's still in the workshop) poems today.

I wrote this and showed it to my bud, she added two lines, I finished it and rearranged some words to make it flow a bit better. Hope she odesn't mind I'm posting this.

Just so you know, I'm only fourteen, don't expect anything amazing from an adolescent.

By the way, sorry this note's so long. It's longer than the poem itself...


I'm falling, falling down the sky

With wispy grey clouds whipping by

It's hard to breathe as I go down

Closer, faster to the ground

To the ground, the ground I go

Almost like a sheet of snow

Scatter, hit the dying grass

Taking breaths that are my last

My vision fades; blood turns to stone

The world starts spinning, monochrome

My feeble heart ceases to pump

As I wonder - Why did I jump?


Basically:

You jump off of something really tall without thinking = go splat on the ground.

Whee...