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She left in a hurry, no good-byes were said.
She picked up the flowers from off the floor,
And everyone wanted to be in her head.
She had left everything upon her bed
As if her whole life was a bore.
She left in a hurry, no good-byes were said.
She had no way to be led
Down the hall where they snore.
Everyone wanted to be in her head.
She got in her car, away she sped.
No one knowing where she was headed for,
Because she left in a hurry, no good-byes were said.
Where her car had slid was now dread
By those whose hearts she had tore.
Everyone wanted to be in her head.
No one would see the day she wed
Proving that death is an apple's core.
She left in a hurry, no good-byes were said
And everyone wanted to be in her head.
She picked up the flowers from off the floor,
And everyone wanted to be in her head.
She had left everything upon her bed
As if her whole life was a bore.
She left in a hurry, no good-byes were said.
She had no way to be led
Down the hall where they snore.
Everyone wanted to be in her head.
She got in her car, away she sped.
No one knowing where she was headed for,
Because she left in a hurry, no good-byes were said.
Where her car had slid was now dread
By those whose hearts she had tore.
Everyone wanted to be in her head.
No one would see the day she wed
Proving that death is an apple's core.
She left in a hurry, no good-byes were said
And everyone wanted to be in her head.
A villanelle I wrote for English class. It was supposed to be about death.
It's about Alaska Young from Looking For Alaska by John Green.
I usually hate writing poetry, but I was so proud of this I decided to post it up here. Let me know what you think of it.
He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labrynth of suffering. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.
It's about Alaska Young from Looking For Alaska by John Green.
I usually hate writing poetry, but I was so proud of this I decided to post it up here. Let me know what you think of it.
He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labrynth of suffering. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.
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This captures Alaska's essence in a very nice way. Awesome!