2002-01-16 - 4:38 a.m.
I am feeling... 
"A short poem."
Greetings and salutations.....
Of course, I am awake when no one else is, doing my Urban Plunge paper that should have been finished already. In fact, it's two days late, so it should have been turned in already.
::sigh:: This better not be a glimpse of how this semester will turn out. I will kick my own ass if it is.
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I went for a very cold, but theraputic walk around campus tonight. I was angry and confused at two previous conversations I'd had that night, and I knew I needed to go clear my head. On the way over to Lake Marian, I made a detour to steal some paper and a pen, since I had gotten an idea for a poem.
It's been a long while since I've written poetry, but I was pleased how it turned out. Not the greatest, but it was more than enough to soothe my nerves. Here it is...
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They would say I am crazy.
"What a waste! What a life!
Those cold and frozen hands clutching a cold and frozen heart, with no sense of feeling."
"Did she kick when she hit the water?
Did she grab at the wooden planks or the cast iron railing?
Or did she force herself to drown, making not a sound?"
Would they see these words, scribbled fast and rough, beneath the icy visage of the Virgin?
With stolen paper and pilfered pen, would they ever see it coming, those solitary footsteps over forgotten snow?
Would they believe that I merely wanted a rest, some soft corner to curl into?
Nay, they are blind, this death I speak of is not death,
But empty words, brushed away like the snow off a corner of slate.
All this and nothing spoken by a dirty girl into the bitter winds,
Amidst the snow and the trees and the lake.
Who'd ever believe a suicide off the Lake Marian bridge?
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Off to finish my paper now... goodnight.
<--Piper-->