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This is a style of writing my teacher (Before school let out) told my class about. It's like a poem but can be sorta messy I guess. I dunno it's also somewhat for visual appeal. Like if I was writing about a star. I could have the letters that spell the word star in the shape of a star. I don't here, because this is about grief not stars...but you get the idea. Usually when I write poetry or just write in general I use a lot of description. And since in this writing style you don't usually need much description. I decided just to toy around with it and see what happened.
You'll notice like, a million grammar errors and words repeated and chanted with no spaces (like: thisthisthisthis) it's supposed to be like that.
This is about George's grief for Fred after, Fred's death. I might write more poems like this in here about people grieving other people that have died in the battle. But this may also turn out to be a one-shot. I've no idea.
I'll shut up now, here it is:
Denial:
Conclusion:
This isn't happening.
Isn't happening, isn't happening, isn't happening, isn't happening.
Logic Involved: Can't be happening.
Can't be possible.
Can'tbe,can''tbe,can'tbe
It can't be because it's not POSSIBLE
POSSIBLE
POSSIBLE
POSSIBLE
POSSIBLE
Define: Freak Out:
FREAK, freaking, out. freak out freak out freak out freak out
FREAK OUT:
Hate And
Love And
Joy And
Fear And
Hate And
Love And
Joy And
Fear And
And And And And And And
Love And
Hate And
Love And
Hate And
THESE LAST FEW DAYS HAVE JUST BEEN
HATE and love AND
LOVE and hate AND
HATE and love AND
LOVE and hate AND
Again and again and repeat and repeat.
I just:
Kick and Kick
Kickback at the wall
And pound and pound
My fist at the wall.
I hate hate hate hate you
I hate hate hate hate you
I hate hate hate hate you
I hate hate hate hate you
But:
I just wanna say that I don't really hate you.
I love love love love you
I love love love love you
I love love love love you
I love love love love you
But I still hate you
But that's a lie
I can't hate you.
Yes I can.
No I can't.
Yes. I. Can.
BUT NO I CAN'T
Can'tcan'tcan'tcan't
I know I can't. Cuz' if I did it would be a lie.
And we promised that to each other that we would never lie to one another.
But when we were small children. Playing in the backyard.
We also promised another thing.
Let's always be together.
Together.
Together.
Together.
Together.
Together?Together?Together?Together?
Conclusion:
This isn't happening.
isn't happening, isn't happening, isn't happening, isn't happening.
Logic Involved: Can't be happening.
Can't be possible.
Can'tbecan'tbecan'tbecan'tbe
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
Mommy, mommy it hurts.
Mommy, mommy it hurts right here.
Mommy, mommy your in pain.
Mommy, mommy I am too.
It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts.
I banged my fist against the wall
Just way;
way way too hard.
My legs burn
Burnburnburnburn
I kicked the wall too hard
It kicked me back
Back Back Back Back
Kickback!Kickback!
Mommy I think my foot is bruised.
Mommy it also hurts right here:
Mommy, my conscious screams
Because I think I just kinda might of accidently kicked a hole in the wall.
And it also bothers me because
I know I don't
I swear I don't
Don'tdon'tdon'tdon'tdon'tdon'tdon'tdon't
Hate you.
So, what did you think? You've probably read this on every FanFic you've ever read but: Please review!
Anyway, Thanks for reading!
-SS
