Evil poetry class
First I want to say thank you to the people who responded to my last one and gave advice, I appreciate it very much. I think I am going to tell her we need a break for a while; however she is currently in the hospital after a severe combination of an asthma attack, a panic attack and way to much stress she has caused herself so I am going to give it a coupe of days for her to recover from that.
Secondly I am here to rant about my poetry class, I have written some very nice poetry by my standards for that class about our reliance on T.V., fencing, forensics and all the stuff that was important to me however I decide to write a ridiculously dark poem to make a point to the people who seem to think poetry is about showing people there angst and that’s it and it gets accepted unanimously buy everyone and my teacher tells me its the best I have ever done. I meant it to be bad, so frustrating.
Anyway I don't feel this way but here is what I wrote.
The crack of a heart
The rip of the flesh
The pop of the pill
A mere swish of the wrist
Brings us closer to peace
Life covering the floor
Staining the grout a dark red
It is only now I realize I
Would be better off dead
Flowing back and forth I fall
Down in to the depths of my
Domestic lagoon
Peace comes over me at last
I can see my body now
Resting gently below me
How I laugh
Oh how I laugh
They will find me but
They will never see me
I am gone
Off to a world of blissful darkness
Away from the light
Consumed by the comforting shadow
That poem I is the one I wrote, it is trash and way to "look see my angst" and I was expecting people to say, thats to dark so I could then use that to make a point to the class about why poetry dosn't need to be dark. But everyone loved it including my teacher, the only rule of this class seems to be the darker the poetry the better and that bothers me becouse the really good people in our class (which I am in no way one of) never write dark stuff but everyone dislikes it, someone else writes "Ode to self mutilation" and everone clammers for more.
Secondly I am here to rant about my poetry class, I have written some very nice poetry by my standards for that class about our reliance on T.V., fencing, forensics and all the stuff that was important to me however I decide to write a ridiculously dark poem to make a point to the people who seem to think poetry is about showing people there angst and that’s it and it gets accepted unanimously buy everyone and my teacher tells me its the best I have ever done. I meant it to be bad, so frustrating.
Anyway I don't feel this way but here is what I wrote.
The crack of a heart
The rip of the flesh
The pop of the pill
A mere swish of the wrist
Brings us closer to peace
Life covering the floor
Staining the grout a dark red
It is only now I realize I
Would be better off dead
Flowing back and forth I fall
Down in to the depths of my
Domestic lagoon
Peace comes over me at last
I can see my body now
Resting gently below me
How I laugh
Oh how I laugh
They will find me but
They will never see me
I am gone
Off to a world of blissful darkness
Away from the light
Consumed by the comforting shadow
That poem I is the one I wrote, it is trash and way to "look see my angst" and I was expecting people to say, thats to dark so I could then use that to make a point to the class about why poetry dosn't need to be dark. But everyone loved it including my teacher, the only rule of this class seems to be the darker the poetry the better and that bothers me becouse the really good people in our class (which I am in no way one of) never write dark stuff but everyone dislikes it, someone else writes "Ode to self mutilation" and everone clammers for more.