'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...
