- Aug 7, 2001
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I am obviously not a poet but I have to write a poem for a school assignment on the Emerson quote "Insist on yourself; never imitate." Just wondering if this poem sounds as bad to you as it does to me.. and if so, do you have any suggestions? Thanks.
how to conceal a murder
look at his clothes
they make him cool
but look at hers
hers make her dull
him and his friends
they always have fun
while she sits alone
alone on her bed
they don't understand
what she's going through
they don't understand
and neither do you
so cast her away
that's what we'll do ..
she tries to fit in
to be just like them
eventually others
accept her in
then she realizes
what she has done
she begins to hate
what she has become
so just be herself
that's what she'll do ..
she notices her friends
don't invite her as much
they don't even seem
to like her as much
soon she can only
see what they see
in their eyes she's dead
dead as can be
so at home
again alone
her frail body shakes;
she knows they won't mind
if she goes to sleep
for a very long time ..
here they are again
now all in black
tear-stained cheeks
cover up what they lack
they'll never learn
they'll never look back
a strange boy
off to the side
his cheeks are bare
but inside there's something
something there
he never spoke
to the girl in the coffin
but he was always there
always there watching
they wonder
who does he think he is?
this is our friend's funeral
this is our friend, not his
then they all smile
but only inside
even they don't know
their next victim has arrived
how to conceal a murder
look at his clothes
they make him cool
but look at hers
hers make her dull
him and his friends
they always have fun
while she sits alone
alone on her bed
they don't understand
what she's going through
they don't understand
and neither do you
so cast her away
that's what we'll do ..
she tries to fit in
to be just like them
eventually others
accept her in
then she realizes
what she has done
she begins to hate
what she has become
so just be herself
that's what she'll do ..
she notices her friends
don't invite her as much
they don't even seem
to like her as much
soon she can only
see what they see
in their eyes she's dead
dead as can be
so at home
again alone
her frail body shakes;
she knows they won't mind
if she goes to sleep
for a very long time ..
here they are again
now all in black
tear-stained cheeks
cover up what they lack
they'll never learn
they'll never look back
a strange boy
off to the side
his cheeks are bare
but inside there's something
something there
he never spoke
to the girl in the coffin
but he was always there
always there watching
they wonder
who does he think he is?
this is our friend's funeral
this is our friend, not his
then they all smile
but only inside
even they don't know
their next victim has arrived
