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I was reading the third Evangelion manga from the library today....and some sick kid totally ripped out the page where Shinji walks in on Rei when she's naked. Pervert!
We had to write poems from English class modeled after Allen Ginsberg's "Howl." Most people picked a specific person to write about, but I picked our whole generation. It's simply titled "My Howl." Comments welcome.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
fear, frantically searching,
trying to find acceptance, but only losing themselves in conformity,
girls sticking their fingers down their throats, painting their
faces to cover their souls
who only buy clothing with name brands, spending extravagant amounts
on cheap fabric with plunging necklines, made by
underpaid, underfed workers in some foreign country,
who get together and decide to drink, letting bitterness wash their
throats until they vomit because that’s what’s cool,
inhaling and floating so very high above their low self-esteem,
they use foolish means to try and fill the holes in their hearts,
and all they do is turn the knife in the wound,
who cry inside because they might not be good enough if they don’t get the A,
or if they don’t get a job that starts at $100,000 a year
because green paper will certainly fill the holes,
who keep crawling up the sharp, rocky wall of conformity
instead of just standing up and walking on their own feet,
who hide their sadness and loneliness and bury it so that
there’s no chance of it escaping and ruining the secret for everyone,
who put on a brave face and keep smiling because that’s what everyone else does,
and being real would just wreck the façade for everyone, wouldn’t it?
Edit: I'm not sure the spacing worked, but I'm too tired to fix to figure out how to fix it, :P I can't make a tab!
We had to write poems from English class modeled after Allen Ginsberg's "Howl." Most people picked a specific person to write about, but I picked our whole generation. It's simply titled "My Howl." Comments welcome.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
fear, frantically searching,
trying to find acceptance, but only losing themselves in conformity,
girls sticking their fingers down their throats, painting their
faces to cover their souls
who only buy clothing with name brands, spending extravagant amounts
on cheap fabric with plunging necklines, made by
underpaid, underfed workers in some foreign country,
who get together and decide to drink, letting bitterness wash their
throats until they vomit because that’s what’s cool,
inhaling and floating so very high above their low self-esteem,
they use foolish means to try and fill the holes in their hearts,
and all they do is turn the knife in the wound,
who cry inside because they might not be good enough if they don’t get the A,
or if they don’t get a job that starts at $100,000 a year
because green paper will certainly fill the holes,
who keep crawling up the sharp, rocky wall of conformity
instead of just standing up and walking on their own feet,
who hide their sadness and loneliness and bury it so that
there’s no chance of it escaping and ruining the secret for everyone,
who put on a brave face and keep smiling because that’s what everyone else does,
and being real would just wreck the façade for everyone, wouldn’t it?
Edit: I'm not sure the spacing worked, but I'm too tired to fix to figure out how to fix it, :P I can't make a tab!
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Jackie's poem rocks...
(Anonymous) 2004-03-24 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Jackie's poem rocks...
Re: Jackie's poem rocks...
(Anonymous) 2004-03-28 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)