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POEMS - express yaself thru poetry
hey, there is no thread that ive seen that is for poems and poems only so i figured i will make one. if this is in the wrong forum it.1 be all ive seen one for goth poems which was good but we need more. here is one of my poems that i wrote in year 9, i call it a poem, u may call it bullshit but i dont care. this thread is for everyone to express themselves through art, poetry. okies this poem was written after the kip kinkil story
ALONE
He felt so confused,
as he loaded the gun,
what will happen,
will he hurt anyone.
His stomach was churning,
as he entered his school,
this is where they hated him,
where he wasn’t that cool.
He watched all the students,
as they ran through the hall,
one bullet in their bodies,
and they would all fall.
He gazed at their faces,
some happy some sad,
was what he about to do,
really that bad.
He thought about the torment,
the teasing and abuse,
they treated him like dirt,
and thought him of no use.
They all rushed past him,
not seeing him there,
or was it because,
they just didnt care.
Then the bell rang,
like a foghorn in his ear,
for him and the students,
the end was drawing near.
He walked into the class room,
with the gun in his hand,
why cant they listen,
why cant they understand.
He pointed the gun at the teacher,
and looked around the room,
then he said deeply,
you guys are all doomed.
He pulled the trigger once,
and again and again,
then once more at his head,
and that was the end.
hey, there is no thread that ive seen that is for poems and poems only so i figured i will make one. if this is in the wrong forum it.1 be all ive seen one for goth poems which was good but we need more. here is one of my poems that i wrote in year 9, i call it a poem, u may call it bullshit but i dont care. this thread is for everyone to express themselves through art, poetry. okies this poem was written after the kip kinkil story
ALONE
He felt so confused,
as he loaded the gun,
what will happen,
will he hurt anyone.
His stomach was churning,
as he entered his school,
this is where they hated him,
where he wasn’t that cool.
He watched all the students,
as they ran through the hall,
one bullet in their bodies,
and they would all fall.
He gazed at their faces,
some happy some sad,
was what he about to do,
really that bad.
He thought about the torment,
the teasing and abuse,
they treated him like dirt,
and thought him of no use.
They all rushed past him,
not seeing him there,
or was it because,
they just didnt care.
Then the bell rang,
like a foghorn in his ear,
for him and the students,
the end was drawing near.
He walked into the class room,
with the gun in his hand,
why cant they listen,
why cant they understand.
He pointed the gun at the teacher,
and looked around the room,
then he said deeply,
you guys are all doomed.
He pulled the trigger once,
and again and again,
then once more at his head,
and that was the end.
