What a price to pay.... (773 hits)
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Submitted by Kraven once sold his mom for sex. (View user info) at 2005-04-06 14:32:09 EDT
That day i sat alone in fear,
And thought about what i had,
Looking back i've realized,
This world is not half bad.
I think about the people i've met,
And how they've affected me,
I think about all those i've wronged,
Because of what i failed to see.
I wonder what life would be like,
If i could start it new,
Would i do it a little different,
Or would i still pick on you.
Im sorry that i pushed you,
And laughed and walked away,
When the bully came around,
We'd turn and look the other way.
I thought that i was stronger,
But you surely had me beat,
The things that you had taught me,
When you would'nt let me cheat.
Remember at the game,
When you sat there all alone,
Someone threw their pop-corn,
And the bucket landed on your dome?
Remember how they laughed at you,
But all you did was smile,
They'd call you anything,
Except your real name, Lyle.
Well here is my appology,
I hope its not to late,
I'm sorry that i've done those things,
Please, this is not our fate.
All i see is darkness now,
The cold is in your eyes,
The choices is only yours to make,
And in your hand it lies.
Take a look around you,
Look deep into their eyes,
They never meant to hurt you,
Those words were only lies.
He pulled the gun away,
And took a look around,
His eyes began to water,
As the pistol hit the ground.
I felt my heart start beating,
As the darkness sliped away,
And the coldness in his eyes,
Began to melt away.
No one made a move,
You couldnt hear a peep,
They saw how it all happened,
And they all began to weap.
When the teacher walked into the room,
You could see that she was stumped,
Why where all her students sad,
And why had Lyle Jumped.
His face of hate had turned to fear,
And now the boy was lost,
He'd realized what he'd done,
And what that day would cost.
And onto his knees he'd fallen down,
Holding onto my hand tight,
And took the pistol in his hand.
The teacher was filled with fright.
He began to shake, and let out cry,
Raising the gun up to his head,
And pulled back on the trigger,
Now all can see is red.
We could not say a thing,
We couldnt even move,
We took this man's life,
Because of what we had to prove.
I never said athing again,
To any of my friends,
About that day in class,
And how i could never make amends.
Couldnt really come up with a good title.. Any suggestions?
User Reviews
Submitted by proofofpurchase (user info) at 2005-04-06 21:07:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I don't think it was that bad...I didn't vomit or anything and I didn't feel the need to poke fun, however I leave you with this:
When I was a child I had a pet dog named Elroy. Elroy looked like Toto from the Wizard of Oz and was a purebred cairn terrier who developed canine diabetes and, in turn, had to be on insulin shots. Because of this disease, he also developed cateracts in his eyes and went blind. One day while roaming around the house, he poked his eye out on my mothers rocking chair and his health deteriorated rapidly. My sister and I had to take him to be put to sleep as he was suffering. When the nurse came out to take him back he first took a piss on the wall in the waiting room. I guess you can say he got the last word on what he had been through.
Rest in peace, Elroy
Submitted by CoachMagirk27 (user info) at 2005-04-06 17:13:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
oh my god this was so bad
Submitted by potatomanjack (user info) at 2005-04-06 16:58:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
"Couldnt really come up with a good title.. Any suggestions?"
How about "Load of Crap" by Asspacker Cockbreath and the Nut-Gobblers
Submitted by Bayley (user info) at 2005-04-06 16:25:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
lame rhyming scheme...
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2005-04-06 16:13:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2005-04-06 15:52:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Kraven (user info) at 2005-04-06 15:41:58 (#)
Ranking: 0
Someone once said to me poetry is not a technique, its not a way of writing.
Poetry is something you feel, i beleive not everyone can read a poem and enjoy it
if they lack the emotion portaid(sp)... I will admit i didnt not put alot of time in it, i was just simply bored... but before you judge and say i cannot write poetry, look back at my post called "A Fool" im not saying its "Poe" worthy but i dont think its that bad... sorry you dont meet your requirements, maybe i should start counting foot and meter as well, instead of just writing what feels right to me...
G'day haters.. i still love you :X
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Give a orangutan some paints and he'll paint something. That doens't mean its good by any stretch of the imagination.
Submitted by MJP (user info) at 2005-04-06 15:52:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
How to think of a title for shitty poetry like this:
1) Turn off all the lights in the room.
2) Load up every song Dashboard Confessional ever made on your shitty Mac computer.
3) Remember, down not across!
4) Print out lyrics from the Dashboard songs and wallpaper your room with them.
5) Cry. Make sure to mix your tears in with the TRAGIC BLOOD FROM YOUR EVER SO TRAGIC SUICIDE.
6) Smear the blood and tears all over your skinny, pale naked body.
7) Whatever lyrics you see before you die, mix them together and that's your title.
-2die.
Submitted by Kraven (user info) at 2005-04-06 15:41:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Someone once said to me poetry is not a technique, its not a way of writing.
Poetry is something you feel, i beleive not everyone can read a poem and enjoy it
if they lack the emotion portaid(sp)... I will admit i didnt not put alot of time in it, i was just simply bored... but before you judge and say i cannot write poetry, look back at my post called "A Fool" im not saying its "Poe" worthy but i dont think its that bad... sorry you dont meet your requirements, maybe i should start counting foot and meter as well, instead of just writing what feels right to me...
G'day haters.. i still love you :X
Submitted by Howie_Felter (user info) at 2005-04-06 15:37:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
This was awful, I'm sorry. You had good intentions but you cannot write poetry.
Remember at the game,
When you sat there all alone,
Someone threw their pop-corn,
And the bucket landed on your dome?
Seriously, what the fuck is that??? This was what ultimately made me decide to -2. First of all, you have no flow in your writing. Secondly, was dome supposed to mean head? If so, pick your words better because I should have to scratch my head while reading your work and trying to figure out why you thought that was clever.
I respect people that take risks and put poems on here because it's such a bad thing, it seems, but this was just too bad to even give a sympathy point for.
YOU CAN'T EVEN THINK OF YOUR OWN FUCKING TITLE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!!!! Edgar Allan Poe must be rolling over in his grave right now.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-04-06 15:30:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by nrduncan (user info) at 2005-04-06 15:03:20 (#)
Ranking: -2
I have the perfect title for it:
"WTF? I'm not reading all that!"
Submitted by nrduncan (user info) at 2005-04-06 15:03:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I have the perfect title for it:
"WTF? I'm not reading all that!"
Submitted by BobLobla (user info) at 2005-04-06 15:00:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
How about: "ZzzZzzZzzZzz"
Submitted by Fartman (user info) at 2005-04-06 14:50:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
How about: "I Suck".
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-04-06 14:46:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
no comment needed
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2005-04-06 14:39:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Couldnt really come up with a good title.. Any suggestions?
how about "Instead of reading this just stabe your eyes out it will feel much better"
I think it has a nice ring to it, and fits the poem quite well.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-04-06 14:38:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Here's a title: Real sucky poem.
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2005-04-06 14:36:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
A. Poetry sucks.
2. This was terrible even for poetry. It's about imagery, not literal meaning
D. -2 (fill in the blank)