Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 11, 2011 0:38:59 GMT -6
Normally I write any comments after the poem but in this case I felt I should say something before you read this poem.
I found this in an exercise book while going through old papers some years back, there was nothing to indicate exactly when I wrote it, but the book it was jotted down in was the sort I used in grades 7 and 8 and I suspect I actually wrote it while in grade 7 because I spent a little more than a month in hospital then due to medical problems that they never did diagnose. The thing is, there were a couple times while I was in hospital back then when my mood as dark enough to have written this poem and I don't believe that it ever was that dark at any other time during grades 7 and 8 so I assume I wrote it in the hospital. I should say that while many of the details such as places I lived are true, the actual events are more symbolic than real and in particular, I never took pills to try and end my life - that was just a metaphor for the way I felt.
Also, my posting this now is not an indication of my current mood but only the fact that I am going though old poems and picking out ones to post and this happened to be one I looked over today - so don't worry, I'm fine. ;D
I wrote a poem the first day of school and called it Joy
Because that was what I was looking for
And my teacher read it and smiled
She gave me a gold star and showed it to the class
And my mother hung it on the fridge and read it to everyone who came
And I felt good about it
We lived in a big old house and there was the smell of apples
Because my mother used to bake a lot of pies
I wrote a poem in school and called it Summer
Because that was when I wanted it to be
And my teacher nodded and said it was good
But only gave me a B because the spelling was poor
And my mother liked it but didn't hang it anywhere because I was too old for that
And I really wanted summer to come
We lived on Base in row housing called PMQs
And I spent my time in the woods nearby and watch the kids play
I wrote a poem called Doubts and Questions
Because that was what I had
And my teacher looked at me a funny way
But she gave me an A and asked if I wanted to talk
But I smiled and said I didn't
And I never showed it to anyone else
We lived in an apartment off Base
And the kids around all spoke French, but I didn't
I wrote this poem in the back of my journal and it had no title
Because there really was nothing left to say
And since there was no teacher I read it myself and said it was good
And I gave myself a hand full of pills
And laid back in the warm tub
And I left it beside me because I didn't think I could stand
I really wanted to sleep
And I thought maybe now I could
I found this in an exercise book while going through old papers some years back, there was nothing to indicate exactly when I wrote it, but the book it was jotted down in was the sort I used in grades 7 and 8 and I suspect I actually wrote it while in grade 7 because I spent a little more than a month in hospital then due to medical problems that they never did diagnose. The thing is, there were a couple times while I was in hospital back then when my mood as dark enough to have written this poem and I don't believe that it ever was that dark at any other time during grades 7 and 8 so I assume I wrote it in the hospital. I should say that while many of the details such as places I lived are true, the actual events are more symbolic than real and in particular, I never took pills to try and end my life - that was just a metaphor for the way I felt.
Also, my posting this now is not an indication of my current mood but only the fact that I am going though old poems and picking out ones to post and this happened to be one I looked over today - so don't worry, I'm fine. ;D
I wrote a poem the first day of school and called it Joy
Because that was what I was looking for
And my teacher read it and smiled
She gave me a gold star and showed it to the class
And my mother hung it on the fridge and read it to everyone who came
And I felt good about it
We lived in a big old house and there was the smell of apples
Because my mother used to bake a lot of pies
I wrote a poem in school and called it Summer
Because that was when I wanted it to be
And my teacher nodded and said it was good
But only gave me a B because the spelling was poor
And my mother liked it but didn't hang it anywhere because I was too old for that
And I really wanted summer to come
We lived on Base in row housing called PMQs
And I spent my time in the woods nearby and watch the kids play
I wrote a poem called Doubts and Questions
Because that was what I had
And my teacher looked at me a funny way
But she gave me an A and asked if I wanted to talk
But I smiled and said I didn't
And I never showed it to anyone else
We lived in an apartment off Base
And the kids around all spoke French, but I didn't
I wrote this poem in the back of my journal and it had no title
Because there really was nothing left to say
And since there was no teacher I read it myself and said it was good
And I gave myself a hand full of pills
And laid back in the warm tub
And I left it beside me because I didn't think I could stand
I really wanted to sleep
And I thought maybe now I could