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At First

At first, he laughs,
Masking his burning rage.
Then his laughs become anger,
He can't stand the lies.
His anger melts into tears,
Lies told long enough become the truth.
Tears manifest as scars,
Hollow reminders of past evils.
Scars give way to grief.
Grief caves into sadness.
And the day that he decides
Life just isn't enough,
Is the day his fragile will
Dies inside.
One day he finds
A tool to drive it all away.
The pain has infected his sanity,
Becoming too much to bear.

At first, everybody laughed,
It wasn't them. Why should we care?
Next they believed.
How could he lie?  He's popular.
They buried their shame,
With cynical grins.
Soon their torment,
Becomes his bain.
Their endless chides
Fill him with hatred.
And when he thinks they've had enough,
They come back for more.

He can no longer take it.
His revenge has boiled deep inside
Frothing and twisting
His weakened soul.
The trigger becomes his friend.
Prophetically,
He inflicts their pain
Back upon them.
With each bullet that flies,
A stolen piece of his sanity is restored.
A memory is rewritten.
He fills his void with their pain.

Why should we care?
It isn't me?

These questions all linger.
They perturb their
Ignorant, dying minds.
Yet the one question
That could've saved them all
Nobody thought to ask.

Why?

Now they lie in their shame.
A room full of dead bodies,
Empty with souls,
Wondering why God left them alone.
Asking why it was them.
Yet amidst their cries of passion,
Full of pain and torment,
If one lends the ear closely,
You can hear the angels
Laughing.

Author notes

***My favorite song is...***
Calm Like a Bomb - Rage Against the Machine
Written February 16th, 2005

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  • BlackVenom
    May 17, 2005
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    wow...my heart skips a beat with the last line...AMAZING!!
    You awoke an evil familiar hatred in me!
    You gave me exactly what I asked for...I loved it, amazing work here...keep it up hun!
    ~Christina-Marie~
  • Gosia
    May 12, 2005
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    Wow, impressive[!] It's such a lot to take in though and understand/think about.. I had to read it again. It didn't hit me properly before I did, and I'm really, REALLY impressed. I like the way that it told a story, and how the links moved along the story - the laughter, anger, lies, tears... I don't want to end up copying and pasting the whole poem but this part really did strike me powerfully "A memory is rewritten.
    He fills his void with their pain." I've never understood why people pick up a gun, why they turn to things such as these, but your poem has really.. sort of educated me Ironic how often I'm using 'why' in my comment eh? Honestly, this is amazing, with such a strong message on it, especially the last part. I love how honestly you have portrayed society. I originally clicked here to thankyou for commenting on my poem 'Crying to the Sunshine' but I think I'll check out more of your poetry now! Fantastic, take care, Gosia x

  • squirrelmick
    March 7, 2005
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    Thank you for entering my contest! I will definitely read this but I may not find the time to comment as I'm pretty busy at the moment.

  • PonderingPoetess
    February 18, 2005
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    I loved the two sides that you show with these words. The person being ridiculed and driven to the point of no return, and the heartless idiots who are driving the vehicle of their own demise. This is sad because it speaks of so many, and it is hidden as if it is a dirty secret.

  • SpydurPoet gold member
    February 18, 2005
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    Write on. ~~SpydurPoet~~
  • InsomNiAC
    February 18, 2005
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    Bleedingangel, I actually wrote this poem based on events in my own life. A couple of years ago, I'm sad to say, I was within breathing distance of carrying out what happened in this poem. I had already obtained a weapon and I actually thought about killing this kid who made me feel empty inside. I'm glad that I never did it because I realized soon after that his opinion, however shallow and disturbing it was, really did not matter. And I'm here today to testify to you that I will never, NEVER, kill anybody over their opinion.

  • notso shiny anymore
    February 18, 2005
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    i enjoyed this piece... i think i like the first stanza the best, the imagery is so perfect, and its flows beautifully.

  • lively banter
    February 18, 2005
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    very nice, good flow and feeling.

  • Jackilyn
    February 18, 2005
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    Whoa I love this poem It shows how crude rude and inconsiderate teens can be. I know I deal with the same thing every single day. You are amazing and this is excellent. Im glad you wrote this in poem form and I HOPE AND PRAY TO THE DEAREST OF GOD. that you dont take this piece and make it real. I love this poem keep up the excellent work I normally dont applaud but you deserve it
  • Lord Gegishov silver member
    February 17, 2005
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    Excellent!

    Yes, dear Insomniac, the parts you have added tie this piece together very well. Thankyou. Sorry for taking so long to come and read teh revisions, but eh day has been a busy one. You didn;t think I had forgotten about you, did you? Excellet piece, and great and every way!

    By the way, thanks for your comment on "Untitled Prose." Your resonse to it was very appropriate, adn correct. It is an absurd piece, and intentionally so. I'm glad you were able to see that.
  • Ninque-Aiwe
    February 16, 2005
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    Yay.

    Amazing... definetly one of the bes poems I've seen here. You pull right in, and show us how one thing will lead to another and to another and so on.
    I also adore the last couple of lines... Just a tiny little message that shows something could have been done. Who knows, someone could have read this and reach out tomorrow to someone in desparate need.
    Wow, just, wow. You know, there should be some sort of thing that's a level higher than applause... okay, it is now the Ninque-Aiwe Award for Outstanding Poetry. You're the first winner. Congrats!
  • Jumbie
    February 16, 2005
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    very nice! this is a very good poem...it's true too!
  • Zeta Girl
    February 16, 2005
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    wow this was captivating. this is a serious problem within our society. people are destroying lives everyday just because of something they don't understand. i appluad you for taking initiative and writing and showing people what happens. many thanks and gratitude for we all know what its like to be laughed at.

  • February 16, 2005
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    I see how it is...not that big of a deal, I get four applause free, and I have over 540 points

    - Sock
  • InsomNiAC
    February 16, 2005
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    Sometimes you're applause are all I need. LoL

    And maybe the points every now and then, Ha!

  • February 16, 2005
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    Nyeh...the length is fine by me. Good emotion, and well...overall good

    I read it, despite the headache...but a good comment is asking too much lol
  • InsomNiAC
    February 16, 2005
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    Thank you. I guess my inspiration for this piece came from things that have happened in my life. At one point, a long time ago, I almost killed myself over the shallow opinions of people who really weren't my friends.

  • countrybabe gold member
    February 16, 2005
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    Excellent flow and thought. I liked this piece very much, I think everyone faces people like that every day, which really sucks. Well done on this piece and captivating your readers.

    Keep writing

    Countrybabe

  • swtdreamer
    February 16, 2005
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    excellent and well written.

    very emotional thoughts. good writing. very creative. i like the way things were said. i feel the feelings in this especially when you speak of the revenge boiling up. keep up the great work

  • Michael Schiewer
    February 16, 2005
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    Great read

    WOW!
    This is an awsome write! From the deep thoughts to the great flow and form.
  • InsomNiAC
    February 16, 2005
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    Thank your for the applause, I had just finished writing this poem when I saw the thread for AP magazine. I thought, what the heck, might as well give it a shot
  • Lord Gegishov silver member
    February 16, 2005
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    Excellent!

    This piece is very riveting. I was wondering: did the subject of this piece inflict harm upon the other students or on himself? Other than that, this is an excellent poem! It would be interested to know the inspiration behind it; to know what situation inspired it. Great piece!

  • Pamela
    February 16, 2005
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    Fear is what they live with..they fear those things they don't understand..they do what they've been taught to do..
    Some of us better accept the differences of others because our scope of what is real hasn't been lost by the teachings of life on earth
    so sad sometimes that death of the human body is what enlightens many...

    Thank you for entering the contest and for your excitement..lol
    ~Pamela
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